Marks point of view
I felt a different set of warmth beside me so I sat up, but I couldn't well not fully that is.
I opened my eyes letting them adjust to the shinning bright light that was coming from the windows.
I placed my hands down to my lap only to feel Someone else's arm.
My eyes widen.
This isn't mine..
No shit Sherlock
I began to panic, trying to get this arm off me still not knowing who's it belong to.
It wouldn't budge! What the fuck!
The persons grip around my waste tightened pulling me closer I yelped.
"Shh Mark..calm down" it said.
I turned my head slightly and screamed.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM JACKSON!"
He groaned sitting up a little letting me finally go.
"Aish you're noisy in the mornings"
"Answer my question!!!" I yelled still panicked that he's in here when I clearly remember yesterday I kicked him out.
"First of all sweetie you're in my room.."
My eyes widen even more
" w-what! No! You're lying!"
He groaned and rubbed his face
"Would you look around my room is way different from yours."
That's when I realized... I was in fact..in his room.
" what the fuck! How'd I get here"
"Wow, no I'm sorry for accusing you I love you Jackson? "
I glared at him and got out of the bed.
" whatever it doesn't matter anymore because it won't ever happen again.."
And with that I left slamming his door going straight to the kitchen.
From the kitchen I could here bambams voice.
"Why are these hyungs so damn loud in the morning I'm trying to get my beauty rest"
I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down thinking about what just happened.
You liked it..
No I didn't.
Yes you did you were with Jackson.
I don't even remember going In there..
Sure you don't .
Do you?
Of course I do.
Would you care to explain..
Actually I would care, you can figure it out on your own.
AISH!
