"hey jinyoung."
mark felt like he was about the explode.
the man that he has talked to everyday without fail for months, is right in front of him.
well, in front of him on the computer screen.
"hi! again. uh, so!"
jinyoung spoke in choppy sentences; his mind 100 steps ahead of his mouth.
the moment he saw the man on the screen; his mouth turned dry and his heart stopped for about 0.46 seconds.
though the man on the screen was dressed casually; from what he could see, the black tee he was wearing hugged his skinny yet surprisingly muscular figure.
oh god, was he laughing? from what jinyoung heard; it sounded exactly like his favorite song. (except 100x better).
"so, this is the infamous jinyoung you've been blabbering on for months."
jinyoung saw marks cheek tint the slightest pink as he looked as his 'roommate' (friend? (possibly boyfriend?)).
"yes?"
mark's _____ turned to look at jinyoung; examining him.
"age?"
"excuse me?" the brunette replied; taken aback by the sudden question.
"age? i need to make sure you're not some cat-fishing freak."
"jaebum!"
"well someone's got to do this mark, i cant expect you to be hurt in the end."
"no, no, its alright." jinyoung interrupted the two; looking quite uncomfortable.
"im 22."
"well that's good because markie here is 23."
"that's mark-HYUNG to you jb."
"fuck you."
"oh would you like to."
jinyoung didn't hear any more words as he saw a blur and screaming coming from the other end.
he should've turned his sound down because soon jackson barged into his room; asking if anyone was being murdered.
