Until Death Do Us Appart // Septiplier

Chapter one

Jack groaned and reached for his head, he had a massive headache. He opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room, the last thing he remembered was going to a gay bar and getting hammered.

"Ughhh"

He sighed, this was the third time this had happened, he just needed to get dressed, go home, and forget about it.

"Well look who's awake, good afternoon sleeping beauty"

Jack tensed and opened his eyes to look at a figure who was placing a tray on the table, he just wore some lose black boxer shorts revealing strong muscles on his upper body. Jack widened his eyes, this stranger was gorgeous. His hair was blue, accept for the sides which were black. His eyes were a warm shade of brown and his slim lined glasses sat beautifully on his perfectly formed nose.

"Who.... Where.... Wait... Did we?"

The stranger chuckled at Jack's response.

"Don't worry, nothing happened between us, I just brought you here. A group of guys had spiked your drink and knocked you out cold, I'm sorry but they stole your wallet. On and um and I'm Mark by the way, Mark Fischbach."

Jack nodded in response and said in a croaky voice.

"Seán Mcloughlin."

Mark smiled.

"I like your accent."

Jack smiled.

"Yours is good too. But mine has seen better days."

Jack chuckled nervously and Mark gave him a cup.

"Black coffee... How did you know I like black coffee"

"You talk in your sleep, now I'd stay, but I need to get the washing out the dryer. I've washed your clothes, you kind of vomited on them, and my car on the way home, that explains my PJ's that your wearing"

Jack cringed.

"Sorry about that...."

"Its perfectly fine. I'll be back soon."

Jack smiled and looked at the tray, it had a couple slices of toast and a small box of lucky charms with a cartoon of milk next to it. He widened his eyes, he loved lucky charms. Jack fixed himself the cereal and started to eat it slowly, eyes half closed.

"Your a fan of lucky charms I see"

Mark chuckled, entering the room. He carried Jacks clothes, folded and obviously pressed.

"You know you didn't have to wash my clothes."

Mark just smiled and sat on the bed near Jack.

"I know, but I wanted too."

Jack put his bowl down on the table next to the bed and rubbed his face with his small hands, Mark lent down, opened one of the draws and grabbed a box of Paracetamol and Ibuprofen. He popped out some into his hands and turned to Jack.

"Open up"

Jack groaned

"Whhhhhhyyyy"

Mark rolled his eyes playfully, he leant towards Jack and pulled on his chin, Jack, being in no fit state to fight, lazily opened his mouth, Mark smiled and put the pills on his tongue. Jack screwed up his face and drank the rest of his coffee.

"Thank ye Mark, ye didn't have to do this."

Mark chuckled and just really wanted to pick Seán up and hug him to death, he is so cute just slouching in his bed, rubbing his eyes, Mark's shirt sleeves that was on Jack covered his hands. His short green fluffy hair messy and all over the place and his little smile curved into a yawn. They might of only known each other for a few hours but it felt like he knew him for years.