My Boyfriend From Heaven- Septiplier

Six

     After a while longer in the hospital,
A/N: Still don't know how long. lol I'm such a dumb butt.
the doctor came and told Jack that he could get home. With much struggle, and Mark's help, he made it to the car and Mark drove them back to his place. Mark carried Jack into the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor.
"Umm, Mark? What about my apartment? Mines not on your floor. You know that." His voice came out really hoarse and soft after not talking at all really.
"Jack, there is no way you're staying in your apartment by yourself. You're staying with me until you get better", and then he mumbled to himself, "and maybe even after."
"Wait, what?"
"I said, and maybe this time you won't do something stupid."
"Shut up, ya doof", Jack punched him lightly in the arm, wincing in pain.
"Ooh, Jack, be careful", Mark said sympathetically.
"I'm not that weak, ya moron."
"I'm just worried about you, that's all."
"Well obviously. I mean, look at this face", Jack made a circle around his face with his finger.
"Well, it is a pretty cute face", Mark concluded.
The elevator stopped on floor five and Mark scooped Jack up in his arms, ever so delicately and carried him back to his apartment. Mark went straight to the bedroom and sat Jack down on the bed. He then went to his dresser and grabbed some pajamas and continued to help Jack into them. He then laid him on the bed under the covers and turned off the lights.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"You need to rest crazy."
"But I've been resting in the hospital for two weeks. Can't I at least play some Happy Wheels and record a video for everyone?"
"Fine." Mark grabbed all the recording stuff and took it to the bedroom and set it up. After he finished he walked to the door and opened it, but then turned back to look at Jack. "You gonna be alright?"
"Yeah. Just one thing?"
"Anything."
In a very childlike and needy voice, Jack asked, "Do my intro for me?"
Mark rolled his eyes but smiled and agreed. Jack turned on the camera and did Jack's intro in the worst stereotypical Irish voice he could. After that, he proceeded to explain what happened.
"Hey guys, so obviously, I'm here with jacksepticeye. He isn't feeling too great. The thing is", Mark's voice grew a small bit more sober. "Jack got shot a couple weeks ago. We don't know who or why, but he almost died and he was in the hospital recovering. The police are looking but don't really know how to find whoever did it. But now he's staying here with me so I can help him finish his recovery, and he's going to be playing for you guys..." he cut out so Jack could say as best he could while throwing his arms in the air, "Happy Wheeels!" Jack ended up coughing and Mark rolled his eyes. "You weirdo. So as he's playing guys, don't be harsh. He obviously has a lot to recover from so have fun and I'll see ya later."
Mark walked out of the camera view and winked at Jack. Jack winked back and proceeded to record his video.
As soon as Mark had shut the door, he went and made some soup for Jack. He usually didn't like cooking but this was his mom's recipe and was only for special times. This was one of those times. It was a baked potato soup that Mark's mom had won many competitions with. But instead of winning a competition, Mark was trying to win over Jack. And he had faith in his mom. He loved her and he knew it would work.
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Jack's POV
After an hour or two of recording, Jack decided to finish. He did his outro as best he could and immediately started editing. He heard a knock on the door and saw Mark walk in carrying a tray of soup. Jack took a deep breath in through his nose. The soup smelled amazing. Mark set it down on the bedside table and moved the laptop, then set the tray with the soup on it down on Mark's lap. Jack was really surprised, and really flattered that Mark had done all this for him.
"What's all this?", Jack asked while he started to blush a deep shade.
"It's a baked potato soup."
"No, I mean, why did you do all this?"
     "Because, it's not like you were going to get up and do it yourself."
     "Mark, what I mean is... why are you doing all of this? Why did you ask me on that date? Why stay in the hospital with me for so long? And why still be here now?"
Mark turned a deep red and turned his head away. He then mumbled something Jack couldn't make out.
"What did you say, Mark?"
He mumbled again, a little louder, but still incomprehensible.
"Mark, you're going to have to speak up. I can't understand anything you're saying."
Mark took a deep breath. He turned around, taking Jack's hands in his own. He looked the Irishman straight in the eyes and said, "I did it because I love you, Sean. I've always loved you. And I always will."
Jack stopped for a minute, and then burst out laughing, and then started coughing. Mark immediately went to get him water from the table and out it to Jack's lips, careful not to spill it on him. When Jack finally calmed down, he realized that Mark was serious and confused.
"Mark, I'm sorry....."
"Jack, what to you mean? Why are you laughing?" Mark looked so heartbroken. He thought that Jack was turning him down.
"Mark, I'm sorry... THAT I ALREADY KNEW THAT!!" Jack burst out laughing as Mark growled at him and shoved him.
"You jerk! You had me worried! I can't believe you!" Mark got up to leave but Mark called him back. "Mark, wait." Mark walked back in and huffed down onto the bed next to Jack.
"Mark, I'm sorry for doing that to ya. The truth is. I..." Jack turned away and almost started crying. He couldn't do it. Why couldn't he say it? Mark just did. Jack sighed and turned around. He took Mark's chin in his hand, pulled him closer, and out his lips to Mark's. Mark look a little surprised at first, but then started to kiss him back. He ran his hair through his soft green hair, taking in every second of it. Jack pulled away for long enough to say, "Mark Fishbach, I love you more than anything in the whole world." Mark smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you too, you son of a gun."
     After finishing the soup and playing a game together, (you guys can pick whatever game you want), Mark climbed into the bed with Jack, (WITH HIS CLOTHES ON) and cradled Jack in his arms. After long enough, Mark fell asleep while still holding Jack. Jack looked over and kissed him. Everything was perfect. He didn't care that he was in pain or immobile for the time being. He couldn't be happier. But the happiness lasted only about ten seconds, because Jack remembered what Anti had said. One month. One month was not very long. One month and then... they were going to kill Mark. Silent tears already fell down his face. He couldn't lose Mark. Not after all they'd gone through. They had just kissed for crying out loud. Sean decided that he wasn't going to let anything happen to Mark. He was going to protect him until his last. Dying. Breath.
 
HELLO YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!!!! I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING LATELY. I WAS GOING TO PUT IT OUT LAST NIGHT BUT I WAS OUT TRICK-OR-TREATING, LIKE A BOSS!!!!! I WAS A LADYBUG. SO THEN I WAS GOING TO PUT IT OUT TODAY DURING MY LUNCH HOUR AT SCHOOL, BUT I LEFT. MY. PHONE. AT. HOME. *facepalm* SO HERE I AM AT HOME WHERE I FINALLY FINISHED IT. WOO!!!! SO I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. PLEASE VOTE, LEAVE A COMMENT ANYWHERE. I WILL ALWAYS LIKE TO HEAR SUGGESTIONS (just keep in mind I might not use them all the time) AND THANKS SO MUCH GUYS. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. *giant bearhug* SO WITH THAT, HAVE AN EPICALLY AMAZING DAY!
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