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3.8

Jack walked into the cafe, waving at the usual worker at the counter. "Hi, Sean! How are you today?"

"I'm good, thanks. How are you?" He called back quietly, smiling as they rang him up for his normal black coffee with two sugars.

"Good, thank you. Here's your coffee. No Mark today?" Jack shrugged, smiling lightly.

"Meetings and stuff. He's supposed to show up soon." The normal worker nodded, smiling as Jack sat beside the window of the cafe in his normal spot. He set his coffee down, laying his phone down on the table and pulling out his book.

He heard his phone buzz, picking it up to read the text.

Don't you look handsome today?

Jack furrowed his eyebrows, typing a quick reply.

New phone, who dis?

You really don't have my number, babe?

Obviously. Now who is this?

Justin.

Jack coughed lightly, staring at the screen before he glanced around the cafe. He met eyes with the brunette across the room, quickly looking away.

Gonna text that pretty boy toy of your's?

He's my boyfriend, not my boy toy. But no, I'm not lmao

—

Jackaboy: Hey if I tell you something can you promise not to tell Mark

Poods: We can't promise that kind of stuff. If you're hurting yourself or something we have to.

CinKen: What's wrong?

MageeBitch: You okay?

WatsOnYourMind: I won't tell unless its really serious

Jackaboy: Justin is in town...

Poods: How do you know?

CinKen: did he text you

Jackaboy: Yeah..

Jackaboy: *Screenshot attached*

WatsOnYourMind: He's at the coffee shop?

Jackaboy: Yes

MageeBitch: Want us to show up and act like we had plans all along?

Jackaboy: Maybe. He's with another guy

Poods: Don't be scared to let us know if you need us.

CinKen: Yeah, seriously. If you need us to come there then tell us. Why didn't you want to tell Mark though

Jackaboy: he's really stressed with everything right now. I don't want to put more stress on him :/

CinKen: I won't tell him

Poods: same unless it gets out of hand

—

Jack smiled lightly before gasping as a hand trailed over his shoulders. "Stop." He whispered quietly, pushing the hand away from him.

"Oh, he's got a mouth on him now." Jack's eyes closed, his head lowering. "Your boy toy teach you that?"

"Boyfriend." Jack corrected.

"Hm?"

"He's my boyfriend, not my boy toy." Jack corrected once more. "And no, he just taught me how to spot out trash."

"Is that so?" Justin asked, his grip tightening on Jack's shoulder, making him wince but he refused to let him see him hurt. "Why don't you use your pretty little mouth for something other than back talking."

"Why don't you fuck off, Justin." Jack whimpered as he heard Mark's voice and felt Justin's hand tighten once more.

"Oh, look who came to save the day." Justin smirked, digging his nails into Jack's shoulder. "How's it going, Fischbach."

"Take your hands off of him before I do it for you." Mark warned, watching as Justin let go of Jack. He watched as the green headed man grabbed at his shoulder.

"Okay, okay. No need to get violent."

"You started the whole violent thing now get away from him." Justin put his hands up in defense, walking away from him slowly. He watched as Mark walked in front of the table, as if to guard Jack.

Mark and Justin held eye contact, Justin not failing to notice the glare in Mark's. "Alright, now lets talk. I want him."

"And I want you to go back to where you came from." Justin scowled, crossing his arms. "Looks like neither of us are getting our way."

"You're making him believe you love him. You don't love him." Mark chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"You've never felt love, Justin." Mark shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "People don't hurt the ones they love."

"Sean hurt you." Justin pointed out, watching as Mark's eyes hardened and his jaw clenched.

"No, you forced Sean to hurt me." Mark told him, and Justin shrugged. "You're a piece of shit, and the only place you deserve to be is burning in hell."

Justin furrowed his eyebrows, looking towards the man sat at the table he was at earlier. "Well, I guess you're right, but at least I can get laid while being an asshole."

Mark rolled his eyes, feeling Jack's hand grab at his. He broke eye contact with Justin as he looked back at Jack. The look on his face broke Mark's heart.

"Come on, love." Mark told him quietly, watching as Justin walked over to the other boy.

Jack grabbed his bag, putting his book into it before throwing it over his shoulder. They walked out of the shop, hands intertwined. "You okay?" Mark asked quietly as he opened Jack's door for him.

The younger nodded lightly, looking away. Mark sighed, shutting his door before walking to his side and getting in. "You knew, didn't you?"

Jack looked away again, and Mark sighed before driving home.

He got out of the car, closing the door harder than normal. Jack whimpered before opening his door. He watched as Mark walked through the gate without him.

"Mark," He called in a whine. "Are you actually fucking mad at me?" He asked, groaning as he closed the gate.

"How long have we been together, Sean?" The younger looked up at him, flinching lightly. "I've known about Justin since before we were together. We've been through so much with Justin and you can't even tell me when he's in town?" He asked, his eyes filled with hurt.

"We've been together for over a year in total now and you can't even trust me enough to tell me?" Jack went to speak, having no words come out.

"I'm sorry, Mark." Jack whispered, watching as he walked away. "Fuck." He mumbled, sitting on their porch steps.

He flinched as he heard their bedroom door slam.

Poods: you okay? Heard you guys fighting

Jackaboy: he's so fucking upset

Jackaboy: damn it I'm so tired of fucking this up Felix

Poods: I know, jacka

Poods: tomorrow is the plane to PAX

Poods: what are you gonna do

Jackaboy: I don't know fuck

Poods: text me if you need anything

Poods: if you need somewhere to stay let one of us know.

Jackaboy: thank you fe