cake「 mark 」

24

mark and jackson walked silently up the dimly lit hill in the dead of night in hongdae. after much persuasion, sydney had agreed to meet them again only after they told her their respective hogwarts houses. if you're at all curious, it turns out jackson is a gryffindor, and mark is a ravenclaw, not that either of them really know what that means or why it matters.

"i still can't believe you talked me into this," mark muttered for what must've been the fiftieth time since they got ready to come out, adjusting the leather jacket he wore over his white turtleneck by pulling slightly on the collar.

"yeah, yeah," jackson taunted, smug smile begging to be punched in the face. "you'll thank me someday. just trust the process."

"the process of what exactly?" the question was punctuated with the raise of an eyebrow.

"ideally getting you laid. not gonna lie; you need it, man. you look like a forty-year-old virgin danny zuko."

mark rolled his eyes, eyes scanning for any place that looked like a bar. he kind of just wanted to get this over with at this point. if it worked out, cool; he finally made a friend other than jackson. and if not, he could give jackson a well-earned middle finger, and hopefully he'd cut him some slack and keep his mouth shut for more than five seconds. it really was a win-win if he didn't die tonight, which he figured was equally plausible.

the two kept walking for a little under ten minutes until jackson's gps announced that they'd reached their destination; however, when the pair looked around all they saw were what looked like abandoned warehouses, run down and covered in graffiti.

"this can't be the place," mark exclaimed in disbelief.

"well, it's saying it is!"

"refresh the page, then."

"don't you think i've thought of that? i've already done that ten times now, mark. thanks for the brainstorming."

mark grunted in frustration, feeling really idiotic and the urge to hit something (jackson) all of a sudden.

"it must be broken."

"it's google maps, bro. why would it be broken?"

"well, either that or she stood you up," jackson said, making a half-assed attempt at muffling his snorts of amusement. but in a millisecond it switched to one of intense fear. "or she just lured us to our deaths."

"it was shit knowing you, jackson."

"likewise, james dean's bitchy younger brother."

"you know what-"

their bickering was suddenly interrupted by the sound of something made of heavy metal being moved behind them, causing the two to jump and spin around out of reflex. to their surprise, it was a couple of giggling girls holding hands and stumbling their way out of the room with bright colors flashing about and music being blared at chest-vibrating decibels; but when the girls turned the corner and the door closed again... complete silence. it was as if they'd imagined it all.

jackson and mark had long since fallen silent, but slowly they looked at each other with looks that seemed to say, "you saw that, too, right?"

"well, what are we waiting for? let's go," jackson shrugged, taking a step forward before he was interrupted by more of mark's apprehension.

"nah, man; i-i don't think that's a good idea."

"oh, my god; why the hell not?" jackson demanded in annoyance. "we came all this way and you're just gonna flake?"