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Mark is oblivious to Jackson's shared feelings. Thank god Jaebum spills the beans.
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They say that your significant other is pretty much your best friend.
Mark says it's the other way around.
He can't remember exactly when he fell in love with Jackson, but he's sure that it happened along the way because he can't look at Jackson now without feeling his heart rate pick up and his palms become clammy.
He was at a complete loss for what to do. This would throw a wrench in the team if they found out, and if Mark managed to conceal it, he was pretty sure he'd drive himself insane. He didn't know how much longer he could take watching Jackson move his body on stage for all the girls in the audience. Knowing that his hips could move like that made Mark think sinful things that he felt ashamed and disgusting for thinking.
And the fact that Jackson was oblivious to Mark's dilemma had to have been the most frustrating thing Mark had ever dealt with.
Mark also couldn't fathom how nor when Jaebum had found out, but he sure as hell did, because he was in the process of having a conversation with Mark when he "accidentally" let it slip.
"So, how long have you liked Jackson?"
Mark choked on his drink, slamming the cup back onto the table, disreguarding the sloshes of tea that poured over the side with the force he had used.
"W-What?"
"I asked how long you've liked Jackson for."
Mark's brain was fried. He didn't find the words to say. He could've said "Hey, you have no right to talk to your hyung that way," or even a "I have no idea what you're on about. Quit it."
But he stood there like a deer in the headlights, grasping for a coherent sentence in his head, his body shutting down.
"Hm? How long?" Jaebum pressed, calmly taking a sip of his drink and searching Mark's eyes for an answer.
How long had it been? Weeks? Months? A year? Mark didn't even know.
"I don't know."
It was out. Jaebum knew, someone knew.
"Well I can help you out if you'd like. He likes you too, you know."
"Oh and you'd know?" Mark chortled, shaking his head. "Did you spring it on him like you did me?"
Jaebum sighed, holding the bridge of his nose. "You're very dense sometimes, hyung. Jackson's liked you practically since we debuted. And no, I didn't 'spring it on him,' I walked in on him saying your name while jacking off."
Mark's heart stopped beating. Blood pumped in his ears, his entire body feeling as though he was being dragged through water.
"Yeah, right."
Damn, could his voice be any shakier?
"Fine, don't believe me. Your loss."
And with that, Jaebum was gone, and Mark was left with his thoughts and unfortunately, the mental image of Jackson pleasuring himself, which put Mark in a very uncomfortable situation, seeing as his pants were now about three sizes too tight.
Mark, as a child, never fantasized about being a police or a detective, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now, so he decided to leave it be.
Somehow, the pain of never being anything more with Jackson seemed to be a lesser problem than confronting Jackson about this and being wrong. Which would surely end their friendship and ruin the group.
