One Shot Book (Danti/Septiplier)

Jealousy

~ Septiplier One Shot ~

1345 Words

Felix flirts with Jack at a YouTube party, Mark sees and gets very jealous, leading him to teach Jack who he belongs to
*Smut Warning, My Lovely Sinners*

Mark's POV:

All. Fucking. Night.

They've been flirting, and I can't fucking stand it. Felix is making my Jack blush. Felix is making my Jack giggle. My Jack.

Hopefully you can understand my frustrations, Jack is mine and only mine. Sure, we haven't officially come out yet, but that doesn't mean Felix can flirt with Jack. I guess Felix is drunk, but that should be no excuse.

Now he's touching Jack's hair, and leaning in closer, trying to kiss him. My body is fuming with jealousy. Felix should've been taught not to touch what doesn't belong to him, i.e. Jack.

Jack belongs to me, even if Felix doesn't know that, he should just consider that Jack may already be with someone, be owned by someone.

One. More. Fucking. Step. And. I. Will. Snap. His-

"Hey, Mark!" Wade greeted, slightly intoxicated judging from the scent of his breath.

"Hey, Wade." I sighed, still staring at Felix as he kept getting closer and closer to Jack, he was pinning him against the wall with one arm.

I was one second away from punching Felix right in his preppy, Swedish face. As I was moments, no, seconds away from barging over there, I realized that Wade had been talking this entire time. God dammit, Wade.

"Anyways," he dragged this word out, slurring slightly. "Are Jack and Felix a thing now? They've been awfully touchy feely all night."

That's it.

"I'll be back in a sec," I growled under my breath, marching toward Felix and Jack.

I stood by them until Jack's eyes found mine and he blushed, bright red.

"H-hiya, Mark." Jack stuttered, nervously, making Felix aware of my presence.

"Oh, hey, Mark." Felix said grinning.

"Yeah, hi," I said before drawing my attention to Jack. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Fe," Jack smiled, nervously.

Fe.

We walked away from him before I began to stare at him, angrily.

"Mark, look, it's not what it looked like-"

"Really?!" I hissed. "Because it looked like he was flirting with you, and you were blushing, and he was touching you and trying to kiss you."

"Mark, you know I'd never let him-"

"I don't care what you would or wouldn't let him do, I don't care about that. I know you wouldn't let him kiss you, that's not why i'm angry. I'm angry because he was flirting, touching, and making moves on what's mine."