teenage dirtbag + 「 2jae 」

twenty

what the fuck did you just do?

as soon as mark had confessed to his best friend, it felt like he was sober again.
his thoughts were clear, and so were his regrets.

"i think i love you?" shut the fuck up mark, you don't love him.

while his mind was sober, his body sure wasn't. mark stumbled into a random bedroom and closed the door behind him.
fortunately, there was no one making out or having sex in the room, he was alone.

he threw himself on the bed whose owner he didn't know and hid his face in a pillow.

why did he say that? it wasn't what he was feeling. when sober, he never thought of youngjae as more than his best friend.

sure, he loved him, but not in a romantic way.

or did he? if he really was in love with youngjae, it would fuck up their entire friendship.

"stupid fucking idiot!" he shouted into the pillow. "why do you always have to ruin everything?"

"hey, um, you alright there?"

mark jumped up in surprise, having forgotten he was still at the party.

"what are you doing here?" mark sounded meaner than intended, but he didn't know who he was talking to since his vision was a blur.

"this is.. my room?"

jackson. he was at jackson's party, in jackson's bedroom, screaming into jackson's pillow.

"oh.. right."

"are you okay?" the blonde actually sounded somewhat worried about mark.

"i think i have to throw up." the older blankly stated.

"damn, dude, are you drunk?" jackson was pointing at the door behind him, probably his bathroom.

"yeah, no, i think i'm having a panic attack." mark had no idea what to do and why he was telling jackson this.

"fuck, do you need to go to the bathroom?" jackson was still pointing behind him; mark just nodded like a lost puppy but didn't move.

jackson approached him, helping the older out of bed and leading him into his small bathroom.

"i'll get you some water." jackson patted the older's shoulder, who was hugging the toilet bowl.

the blonde immediately returned and sat down next to the other boy.

"please.. i'm disgusting." mark felt uncomfortable throwing up next to someone, but at the same time he was kind of relieved he wasn't by himself.

"you're not." jackson smiled sympathetically. "besides, i've seen worse.", he added, making the brunette laugh weakly.

"come on now, finish your water and sober up, you can sleep it off in my bed."

the older got up with jackson's help, not even declining his offer because sleep sounded like the only right thing to do right now.

jackson was helping mark out of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but boxershorts. he threw mark's clothes into the laundry bin and put a hoodie and sweats next to his bed.

"you can shower if you want to, and lock the door from the inside so no one dares to come in."
with a sincere smile jackson went back downstairs and mark fell asleep before he even closed his eyes properly.

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this is really really bAdly written but 2 updates in 2 days??? wyd @ myself
we had nothing to do at work today so thats why i started writing dis shitty chap

but my markson feels r up in the sky fam i lov them so muhc

also somehow i start every note with "tHiS chAp suX" but for some reason u guys seem to like it so thxxxxxx ily