Mark's POV:
It'd been a couple days since I showed up on the doorstep. I called Bob and told him what was up. Everything was going well.
I dragged myself out of bed and smiled at Jack. God damn, he was adorable when he was sleeping. I walked through the hallway and down to the kitchen. Scanning his pantry, I pulled out some pancake mix. I smiled as I made a few pancakes for the two of us. I turned just in time to see a shirtless Jack stumble through the living room. He climbed over the back of the couch and face planted into a pillow.
"Why good morning, sleepy head." I called at him.
He made a muffled sound that I'm guessing was good morning. I smiled as he lazily flipped through tv channels. His green hair was an incredible mess. And to think I could've lost him.
"Come get food." I smirked.
"Mehhhhhhhh" He muttered. "Can't you bring me one?"
I scoffed. "Why?"
"I feel like shIT."
"Oh no my babyyy."
He groaned. I brought him a plate and some medicine. "Take this."
He grabbed both items from me and did as I said. He sat up while I sat next to him with my plate.
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I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)
FanfictionMark got a random text from his ex Yami. With the contact name still set as "My Love," Jack assumes the worst. He leaves in anger and sadness. Mark doesn't get him back in time to fix it. Instead it gets worse.
