Septiplier Fanfiction✔️

Confession

It was like breath was taken from his lungs. An exhaustion of heat that only needed just a touch of water however his hand would never be able to reach the oasis. Simply watching, waiting, seeing everyone move around them and yet knowing they'll always be feet apart.

This drives him crazy. Its not like time spent together is in vain but the constant thoughts, the feelings-things he ignores everyday just to put the other's needs ahead of his own racks his brain. It's like an argument you can never win.

Yet day in and day out he finds himself here. Comforting the person he's long to hold and shouldn't that satisfy him? It's never enough in these situations but he refrains. Sake of keeping a friendship a live cause that would certainly break him if it were ever to fall apart.

But does his feelings not matter either?

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He closed his fist tightly, digging his blunt nails into his palm trying to steady his thoughts and keep himself from reaching over and taking the other's hand as they walked.

His emotions probably wouldn't be so ancy if it weren't for the event. That and the fact the two were sharing a room. Hotel costs are high and for anyone who wanted to go to a convention in general would need to get roommates for the weekend. College was bad enough as it is, so freely agreeing to room with him again was the right choice but the worst idea.

He let air leave through his mouth. He hadn't released he was holding his breath in till now.

"You okay?" came softly from that familiar yet painful voice.

Now, now, you love that voice, its only painful cause you know he's not interested. Don't take your lack of acceptance out on him.

The raven-haired composed himself quickly and turned to his right offering a gentle smile in return giving as much excitement he could to his voice, "I'm doing great!"

He caught eyes with the other however. It was apparent he didn't sound convincing to him. Concerned plagued those wonderful blue eyes and he couldn't help but think that it should never be there, especially if caused by him and his lack of control.

He couldn't keep eye contact much longer after that and he looked to the floor.

"I'm just a little uncomfortable," he laughed. Acting nonchalantly about it before looking forward. Brow arched upwards as he watched the mass amount of people walk around them. "As many times as I've been to conventions it still never gets easy," he shook his head and sighed attempting to change subjects.

It wasn't completely a lie either, crowds where never his thing; not that he couldn't handle them. But conventions were way worse when it comes to being too close for comfort with people. And people who usually weren't used to crowds all shoved into a space. It was chaos really. Plus it was a good enough excuse for Jack not to question it.

"Mark."

Or so he hoped.

The voice brought him out of his thoughts as he turned to the right of him again. The warmth of a slender hand squeezed his shoulder as the other's expression was filled with concern though it still bore a smile.

They had stopped now and Mark was stuck with facing his friend. Friend. It pinched his chested to use the term. He actually adored that term in honesty but couldn't help but feel sadden by it when comparing it to the other.

"We don't have to do this," Jack spoke softly, voice apparent with worry but his atmosphere was clam and gentle. Blue met brown and he smiled wider towards Mark confidently and Mark couldn't help but stare back at him in awe. He took in every inch of his face, the warmth radiated off of him and the way it seem so kind and understanding could make anyone feel like they were the center of his universe. Even if it wasn't fully the truth, his caring nature always brought the man a comfort he's never felt but always adored.