cake「 mark 」

20

what served as the last straw for mark was the twentieth cake. on the surface, it seemed normal - well, as normal as these cakes came - but when the caked was removed, jackson saw an envelope underneath it. he quickly plucked it out before mark could, and mark rolled his eyes as he went to cut the cake with its icing in a pattern to make it look like bacon.

"i'm sorry i rubbed bacon on you so that stray dog would bite you"

mark honestly didn't even know why he was still surprised.

"ooohhh, there's money in this one!"

mark dropped the knife with a clank and immediately wrestled jackson for the envelope.

"dammit, jackson, let go!"

"no; i'm behind on my phone bill!"

"jackson wang, that is someone else's money!" and with a grunt mark finally got the paper from him by sticking his face in the cake. breathing deeply in exhaustion as he stepped away quickly, he worked to smooth out the wrinkles they'd created. and the tears? well, there was nothing he could do about that.

when he looked inside, he found a note that had been typed. mark read it aloud as jackson sulked. "'here's the money for your rabies shot! smiley face.'"

with a sigh, mark marched to the door with the note in hand. bending over, he began to put on his vans, lacing them up.

"hey!" jackson called from the kitchen, cake in hand. "where are you going?"

"to jinyoung's custom cakes," mark replied as he opened the door. "we have some explaining to do."

"well, if you'd just wait, i'd come with you. i mean, this is my fault just as much as it is you-"

"nah," mark interrupted. "i'm not dealing with any more of your shit today."

and with that he slammed the door in jackson's face. pulling out his phone to look up the bakery and its address, mark headed for the closest bus stop

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a/n:
and so the actual story begins
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