TIME: Mark Tuan edition

Chapter 63

"They're totally knocked out," I say as I look at the sprawled out bodies on the floor.

"At least we were able to get the more sober ones into Miguel's room and some into your room," Mark says staring at the mess that are his members.

"Time to clean up," I sigh. "You can go to sleep also. You have to wake up early."

"I want to stay with you," he says cutely. He reaches out for me and pulls me to him. I wrap my arms around his stomach and look up at him smiling.

"Only for a little bit. I need to make sure you wake up tomorrow," I tell him. He gives me an eyes smile and nods. I chuckle and look around making sure they're all asleep. I look back and go on my tippy toes and peck his lips.

"What was that for?" He asks. He squeezes me a bit and smiles wider.

"Just cause. Now help me clean up while I wash the dishes," I order him. I pull myself away and head for the sink. He sighs and when I look back at him I see him already picking up trash and empty bottles and cans. Good boy.

"Should I bring this down or?" I turn and see him holding up trash bags.

"I'll take it down tomorrow," I tell him. "Just put it under the table or something."

I finish up washing the dishes and wipe my hands. When I look back I see everything has been clean. Mark, however, is sat in one of the chairs asleep as he leans against his hands that are propped up against the table.

"Hey," I shake him. He opens his eyes slightly and smiles. "Let's go to sleep."

He grunts and pulls on my wrist. I chuckle.

"What?" I ask.

"Can I sleep with you?" He pouts like a child.

"The girls are sleeping in my room," I tell him.

"We should have just left them in Miguel's room," he mutters to himself.

"Yah, Jinyoung and JB are there," I say.

"They won't do anything," he argues. I give him a stern look and he drops his head. He leans it against my stomach. I brush my hands through his hair and he sighs as his body relaxes at my touch.

"Let's go to sleep now," I whisper. I cup his face and pull it up so I can see him. His face just shows how tired he is. I can't imagine how tired everyone is. I rub his cheek with my thumbs and smile at him. "Are you ready to sleep now?"

"Where would I sleep?" He asks right before a big yawn. I instinctively yawn as well and look around to see if there is any space.

"There's not much space here," I observe.

"Miguel's room doesn't have much space either," he says with a hint of mischief. I look back at him with narrowed eyes.

"You are not going to sleep in my room," I scold him. He frowns and nods.

"Miguel's room can fit one more person," he admits deflated. I smile and pat his head.

"Good boy," I say. He chuckles and stands up. I step back and turn to head for my room.

"Can I get clothes to change into?" He suddenly asks. I turn back and see him sniffing his clothes and cringing. I chuckle before looking back down at what I was wearing. Jackson's clothes. "You also need to change. I prefer you in my clothes."

"Yah!" I whisper yell. He chuckles and follows me to my room. "I don't know if I brought your basketball shorts."

"Why do you have my basketball shorts?" He asks. I blush and shrug as I open my drawer. He rubs my head. "Cute."