(Septiplier) Alone

soulmates? probably.. definitely!

Mark felt hurt. He was feeling so many emotions at the same time he didn't know what to do. Jack was his soulmate. He'd just said the words engraved on Mark's bicep. His heart felt like it was going to explode. He felt excited, happy, anxious and fuzzy. But he was heartbroken Jack was hurt because of him. He was angry and He was terrified to find out how Jack would react. He felt all of this at the same time. He was also focusing on carrying Jack. He tried to be gentle. Mark could feel Jack's tears seep into his shirt, he was crying. Mark didn't want to hurt him more. He picked up the pace a little. He had to get Jack home. He'd figure out everything else later.

He got to his house. His hands were full with Jack, so he kicked on the door to knock. He called for his mom. Jack flinched when Mark raised his voice. He kicked on the door again. His mom finally answered the door.

"Mark what are you doi- Oh my god! What happened!?" She gushed. She ushered them into the house. Mark gently set Jack down on the couch.

"There were these guys, they attacked Jack. I scared them off. I didn't know what to do, so I brought him home." Mark explained. His mom nodded, examining the situation. Jack sat silently on the couch with his head down.

"You did the right thing Mark." She said, patting Mark on the head. She moved over to Jack and examined him. She gently looked him over. "Jack are you allergic to any medications?" She asked. Jack shook his head 'no'. She nodded. "Alright I'll get you some pain killers. Mark get him an ice pack, it's a bad sprain but you'll be okay." She said as she disappeared from the room. Mark nodded. He looked Jack over. Jack's face was still wet from crying.

He hurried to the kitchen. Jack would feel better if he wasn't in pain. Mark went to the fridge and grabbed three ice packs. He figured Jack needed some for his cheek. Mark wondered what or if anything would make Jack feel better. He grabbed a glass of water too and headed back to the living room. Jack looked him up and down and smirked. Mark smiled
"What?". He set the water on the table, handing the ice packs to Jack. Jack placed one on his face and the other two on his legs. He pointed to the mark's hair.

"You look like superman." Jack said so low it was almost lost in the sound of Mark sitting down. Mark smiled Jack willingly talked to him.

Mark's mom came back with a bottle of pills. She popped the lid and handed the pills to Jack and the glass of water from the table.

"Well then Jack can stay till dinner." She said filling the silence. She headed back to the kitchen. Mark shifted closer next to Jack. Jack giggled silently at Mark. And gestured towards his hair again. Mark brushed the loose piece of black hair from his forehead.

The two sat silently next to each other for a couple minutes. Mark tried to figure out what to do. Jack was his soulmate. They were soulmates. Mark knew he had to tell Jack. But how? Jack was hurt. This wasn't the time to bring it up. Was it? But he had to tell Jack eventually. Jack would probably hate Mark. He knew the kids at school made fun of Jack for his soulmate scripture. Writing he'd caused by being an idiot. Of course, he was still in shock. He never imagined he'd find his soulmate this way. He was so happy it was Jack, but angry this was how they found out. He needed to tell Jack.

Jack tapped Mark on the shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. Mark looked over at the smaller boy. His ice blue eyes were looking back at him with concern. Even though Jack was the one in pain, he was still concerned about Mark. Mark realized he never wanted anyone else. He wanted to protect Jack. He wanted to see Jack smile and laugh and just be happy. Mark realized he'd do anything if it meant Jack was happy. Even if that meant waiting awhile for his own happy ending. Jack wasn't ready for this kind of news. Mark knew that. So Mark could wait.

"Sorry! I was lost in thought. Why don't we watch some voltron while we wait for dinner?" He asked. Mark grabbed the remote and opened Netflix. He looked back at Jack. He had this shy little smile plastered on his face. He was so 'perfect'. Maybe waiting would be harder than he thought.
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I wrote this to be more violent and scary but I kept it sweet like the original because I want to save my violent mind for something new I'm working on.