legardienchiot - aff
Mark isn't a morning person, not at all, while Jackson is the type to wake up at 6AM like he's overdosing in caffeine even if he went to bed at 3AM the other night, the "if I'm awake everybody is awake" kind — and not because Mark is the cutest when half asleep in the morning and Jackson wouldn't want to miss that for anything in the whole galaxy. However, there are always those days that are exceptions.
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Mark hates this. He hates how his body is already used to the their schedule even if it's a weekend and they don't have even a practice scheduled for the day and he can't finally sleep in for, as far as he's concerned, the rest of the infinity of this day, but no. He's awake and wincing, shrinking underneath his blanket now only leaving out a few wild red locks mainly from his bangs, just waiting for the sound of the alarm that he knows won't come because again it's their day off and he should be sleeping. It isn't like the oldest male can't feel the exhaustion making his body heavy and his eyes ache with sleepiness even if they're still closed — it isn't like Mark is opening them anytime soon anyway. He sighs and rolls his — still closed, because he can't the strength and willpower to move his eyelids — eyes of his own stupidity because no alarm is going off; not now not ever in this wonderful morning.
But then, when he feels a stranger body sink the spot next to him and Mark groans without thinking twice, he remembers that there's one more thing that he should worry about than just the alarm.
See, Mark isn't a morning person, not at all, while Jackson is the type to wake up at 6AM like he's overdosing in caffeine even if he went to bed at 3AM the other night, the "if I'm awake everybody is awake" kind — and not because Mark is the cutest when half asleep in the morning and Jackson wouldn't miss it for anything in the whole galaxy. The red head doesn't really know how they manage now to bicker in the morning or he does, because he isn't really responsive in the morning, lazing around and not really conscious about the world outside like he doesn't have strength enough to do that until Jinyoung — bless that dazzling soul, he's an angel sent from above along with Youngjae and Mark loves him so much he could cry — brings him his coffee. But the other thing is that today, like something that happens once in a blue moon, they don't have to wake up early. Mark doesn't have to wake up early so Jackson jumping on his bed, holding him like a koala and the still to come hyena coupling sounds aren't welcomed. They never are, but at least Mark never wakes up terribly late because of them.
"I know that face." Jackson probably grimaces, his voice muffled by the blanket still covering all of Mark even if he should probably make a little opening because he thinks he's starting to need new air. "It's your "I'm thinking of I love Jinyoungie so much I could cry" face and that's not nice when your boyfriend is cuddling with you."
If it were another time Mark would probably snort at Jackson and point out that he can't even see his face so how would he know or that Jackson does the exact same expression when Jinyoung lets him sleep on his lap and scolds Jaebum for trying to scold the chinese for that, but then it's morning and Mark is tired and he just doesn't have the time for this. Sleep over arguing with your hyper boyfriend. Always.
"Just—" He sighs, pinching his nose and then he remembers he needs more air to breath and because of that and that alone that he peeks his head until his nose is uncovered, taking a deep breath before finally talking to the still glued to him above the blanket and not under it boyfriend who now he discovers Jackson isn't grimacing but pouting instead. Mark would even kiss it away, but he hasn't brushed his teeth yet. "Sleep or leave."
Jackson looks offended and Mark isn't really impressed.
"You didn't deny it." He says, putting one of the hands on his heart which is good because Mark has a little of more freedom to move. Now Jackson only needed to loose a little bit the hold of his thighs so Mark could turn around and they'd spoon. "I knew it you were having an affair with him. I should have known. The fans warned me, but I didn't want to listen. No. Because I trusted you and—"
