Falling for Jackson Wang | MARKSON

Chapter 15 | Sleepover Drama

"Have fun babe," Jackson smiled, pulling up to Rapmon's house, "make sure you text me when you want me to pick you up."
"I will, don't worry" I chuckled, opening my door with my bag and getting out of the car.
"What about my kiss?" Jackson pouted, watching me lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips.
"You're welcome." I stated, getting out and closing the door.
He gave me a wink before speeding off, leaving me on the edge of the driveway.

I'm actually so fake.

"What are you doing?" J-Hope yelled out the window of the blue house, Jimin closely behind him, laughing his orange head off.
"I was just saying goodbye!" I shouted back, waving goodbye to Jackson who was already at the end of the street and clearly didn't see me.
"Well, come say hello!" Jimin yelled from behind J-Hope.
"You know I'm right in front of you, yet you choose to scream in my ear?!" J-Hope scolded Jimin, giving him a hit to the back of the head.
"Don't touch me." Jimin pushed J-Hope out of his way so he got a clear view of me. "Hurry up, Mark!" Jimin yelled.
"I'm coming!" I laughed, walking up the driveway and knocking on the door.
"I'll get it!" J-Hope screamed, I heard the sound of footsteps running towards the door.
"Don't you dare!" The orange-haired boy yelled, more running footsteps.
It wasn't long until I heard a large thud and groans from two males, followed by another set of footsteps running towards the door.
I was surprised to see Taehyung open the door, a big smile on his face.
"Taehyung you little sh-" Jimin started, only to be interrupted by Jin.
"Language!" Jin hissed.
"Hello, Mark Tuan." Tae pulled me inside, and I had a good look at the living room.
I was convinced Rapmon was the poorest out of all the boys, his house was smaller than everyone else's.

Boy, I was wrong.

He had a long black couch, with a fairly large TV screen and a small coffee table, which led me to believe he wasn't very rich. Which is fine, I'm not either. I just thought, considering all the other boys were very lucky with their upbringing... Rapmon would be the same. I shrugged it off though, he's still a great friend of mine, nothing can change my view on him.

The kitchen was sort of like mine, it was somewhat connected to the living room. There were a lot of doors, I had no idea which one led where, but I didn't dwell on it too long.

"Mark you're here!" Jimin yelled, I snapped out of my thoughts.
I don't think anyone realised, but he was straddling J-Hope, so I came to the conclusion Jimin must have tackled him to get to the door, landing in such an awkward position, and forgotten he was there. J-Hope didn't realise it either, he was too busy smiling and waving at me, which I returned with a wave.
Rapmon and Jin were on the couch in the living room, legs wrapped together and arguing over Rapmon's style.
"You need to change your style." Jin complained.
"I like wearing this." Rapmon argued.
"You look like an egg."
"You don't get any lines." Rapmon fought back, referring to the songs BTS compose in Music class, all together (which is how they met all those years ago.).
"I should get lines."
"I should be able to wear what I want."
"Whatever." Jin crossed his arms, which made Namjoon give him a little kiss on the cheek.
"Don't be mad, you can help me get out of these if you want." Rapmon smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Which made everyone else break out in a chorus of 'Gross', 'yuck', 'that's nasty!' and poor Jin, was a bright pink.
"Be quiet, children." Namjoon laughed.
"Jimin, get off Hoseok." Suga spoke, causing everyone to stare at the two.
"S-sorry." Jimin stuttered, removing his legs from beside Hoseok's waist and geting up quickly, offering a hand to J-Hope.
"It's okay." Hoseok whispered and accepted his hand, lifting himself up.
The weight of J-Hope pulled Jimin aswell, and the two ended up chest to chest, nose to nose, lips dangerously close.
"Okay you two, that's enough." Suga growled from his spot beside the coffee table.
"S-sorry." Jimin coughed, pushing himself away with a shade of red spread across his cheeks.
"Me t-too" J-Hope stuttered, moving from his position beside the couch and sitting in front of the TV.
Tae and Jungkook were on the kitchen bench now, which is behind the couch.
"Anyways, now Mark is here, we can party!" Jungkook laughed, trying to ease the obvious tension.
"Yay!" Tae smiled, jumping from the bench.
"Let's do it!" I spoke, trying to find a place to put my bag.
"Jimin can you show Mark where to put his stuff?" Rapmon asked, still cuddling with his... I don't even know what you would call them, not dating, but not not dating.
"Y-yeah." Jimin smiled, still flustered from what happened moments ago. "Follow me."
I followed Jimin into one of the rooms and it was at that moment, I knew I was wrong about Namjoon's fortune.
It was a huge bedroom, probably the size of two large living rooms, with a king sized bed in the middle of the room, sort of like Jackson's but a heck of a lot bigger, all the other furniture was pushed against the walls, probably for the other beds to fit in here.
"Just put it anywhere." Jimin smiled, waiting for me to put my stuff down.
"Anywhere?"
"Anywhere." He confirmed, looking out before closing the door. "Mark I need your help."
"What's up?"
"I think I'm in love with Hoseok."
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