s e n p a i | m.t x k.th

~34~

Theres a faint yet consistent buzz humming throughout the room. It's barely legible over the obnoxious sound of loud, wet chewing coming from the TV perpendicular to Mark's bed. There are tissues and various snack wrappers strewn about.

The brunette's eyes slowly flutter open, his head resting on the chest of his friend who had come over the night prior to cheer him up. He looks up at Jackson's peaceful face, then takes in his surroundings.

"damn.. what tornado came through here" Mark whispers. He carefully shimmies out of his friend's rather tight grasp and gets out of bed.

Immediately upon standing up, he feels his stomach drop. He should not have had that much to drink. And why is Tzuyang playing? The sound of her rhythmic chewing and slurping sends shivers throughout Marks body.

He makes his way, slowly, to his bathroom and closes the door behind him. That way, hopefully Jackson wont hear how badly he is about to destroy this toilet. They must have ordered a delivery to the house late last night. Why is his vomit magenta?

it looks like the fake puke from the fred movie..

He chuckles to himself at that thought, which unfortunately only leads to more hurling.

His efforts of silence appear to be no use, because moments later, Jackson is in the bathroom by his side, patting his back to soothe.

"How much did you even drink last night man?" Jackson inquires with a worried tone. "What even caused this?" a frown adorns the youngest's lips.

"Honestly.. I can't even remember." Mark allows a small smile to flow from his lips. He reaches for the toilet paper and wipes off any pink residue that may be on his face.

Jackson chuckles and lightly taps the back of his friend's head. "You're really stupid, you know that? I probably spent money that I don't even have because all you wanted to do last night was eat and cry."

Marks cheeks go pink, the color stretches across his ears and crawls down his neck. He suddenly feels hot with embarrassment. "I'm sorry.. I just feel so overwhelmed. I'm not really sure what I should do." He pulls the porcelain lever to get rid of his mess and leans back, his arms supporting his weight as he looks up to the ceiling.

Jackson quirks his eyebrow. "What do you mean? Whats going on?" he shifts his body so he's facing Mark head on.

Mark sighs.

"I need to show you something.."