Youtuber Oneshots

~34: 5K Special!~

The awaited chapter, the one promised for 5K reads~

Just don't expect it to be mindblowing, I'm a bit tired and sick BUT I MADE A PROMISE.

"GOD DAMMIT!" Mark shouted, slamming his hand onto the hard desk. He had been playing I Am Bread for the last hour, unable to proceed further.

The man in the other room was flinching as he heard the screaming, and despite the dead silence afterwards, he whimpered, hands covering his ears. Jack began to pace, pressing harder against his head as the yelling happened again.. and again... and again.

The deep baritone voice rang across the house, which if they were at Mark's, wouldn't. Jack's setup didn't come soundproof. "FUCK YOU!"

Jack's breaths came in short, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. He was quickly becoming light-headed, the edges of his vision blurring. Pinpricks of tears clouded his vision, and Jack dug his nails into his scalp. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." He cried under his breath, and leaned his forehead against the wall. He shot up as the man hit the desk again.

His baby blue eyes squeezed shut, forcing tears out. Hyperventilating, Jack heard the noise just stop- completely.

He didn't hear a thing as it all slowed, and he felt his balance give. The ground seemed to be getting closer, and closer until it was the last thing he saw, then- Darkness.

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Mark slammed his hands one more time before exiting out of the application. "Nope. Done. Absolutely done!" He exclaimed, tugging at his pink hair. "That's all I can handle now guys- and Jack and I were gonna head out for a signing. Hope to see you guys there!" He smiled, and ended the recording. He saved it to his hard drive, and safely removed it.

"Hey Jack?" he called, moving from the chair. "Babe?" He said again, when he received no answer.

Mark stopped as soon as he saw the lump piled on the ground. "S-Sean?" He whispered, and moved quickly to the man's side. He looked for his pulse, sighing in relief when he found one.

"Sean." He said, loudly, shaking him. "Please, get up.."

The body just remained limp, making Mark bite his lip. He wrapped a arm around his neck, and slung one under his knees in order to pick him up.

Jack was surprisingly light, as Mark stood, and walked over to the nearest piece of furniture, his love seat. He set the man down, and crouched next to it. "Sean." He whispered, swallowing thickly when he heard a noise from him. He was becoming conscious, and Mark tilted his head towards him. "Babe, wake up."

Jack's eyes shot open, the pupil small and dilated. "M-Marki?" He asked, sitting up. A smile crossed his face, and Mark pressed a gentle kiss to his head. "What happened, Jack?" His voice was barely above a whisper, his hand caressing his cheek.

"I.... uh... pan'c attack.."

"Oh... what caused it baby?" Mark asked, stroking his boyfriends neon hair. "You were just yellin' and it remin'd me of my parents. I just flipped out an lost it.... No don't look guilty!" Jack panicked as a Mark took on a look of the sorts.

"Why didn't you tell me about it? If it caused you to have a panic attack you should have told me! I forget you don't have a soundproof room like I do.." He sighed, raking anxious fingers through his hair.

Jack just smiled, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend. "Calm down, I'm fine now..." He pecked his lips, and pulled back.

"Now we have a meet up to do!" His large grin was back, and his eyes lit up with cheer as he stood, slipping his shoes on and running out the door.

Mark smiled, and stood, following his boyfriend out the door.