Light Blue : <jyp> x <mkt>

07

Jackson led on his bed, facing his head towards the ceiling. He just pushed his hair back and slipped a baseball cap on his head. The hat was from his Dad. The one he no longer can see.

Jackson could remember, but he didn't want to. After his father died, his life crumbled into pieces. Pieces that weren't big enough to pick up. It's as though he was trying to grasp onto something that wasn't there, and was never there. The only thing supporting Jackson was his father, and now that he was gone a huge weight had been placed on his shoulders. This weight has pulled him down to earth. Pulled him down to reality, unlike the dream he had been dreaming for 15 years. Reality struck. He finally realised how school was, that he had pushed everyone away and had made himself isolated. Jackson couldn't help it, he wanted nothing to do with anyone. He didn't want friends, he didn't want to be betrayed like he was by his dad. It just upset him when people spoke about their parents.

Jackson's mother did work hard. But not hard enough. She was a heavy drug abuser, spending the money she earned on drugs that wouldn't last very long. These things happened and Jackson couldn't control it. After a few months, he was put into care. Many families tried taking Jackson in, but he refused. The love he had for his parents was still there. No matter how much they failed him, dissatisfied him. He still loved them.

The clock hands ticked as Jackson watched time fly by. Although he wanted to just give up, he waited for Mark for just a bit longer. A red car pulled up to the front of his apartment and Jackson ran downstairs. The front door swung open and Jackson came flying out holding a bag and drinks. The bag ripped as he excitedly jumped into Mark's car. Mark grinned and helped Jack pick the stuff up. The car engine revved and it slowly drove through Seoul. Jackson peered out of the window, smiling at the people that walked past. Finally, after sitting in the car for a while, Jackson jumped out and ran towards the mall. The buildings towered over his small frame, Mark placed his hand on his shoulder and walked forward

"Jack? You coming or what?" Mark smiled and tugged at his jumper. Jackson followed him and grabbed ahold of his hand. Mark looked down, confused at first but went along with it. They walked to a nearby cafe, to grab some coffee and talk. The door opened and the two boys walked in. Mark went to order when Jackson went to find a seat. The queue for the coffee was fairly long so Jackson knew he could take his time. Most of the booths were empty except for one. Jackson walked right towards it to find JinYoung and Hyungwon. Being polite, Jackson greeted Hyungwon. Instead of doing the same for JinYoung he just scowled.

"Oh hey, JinYoung didn't expect to see you here!" JinYoung knew that was a lie because he posted where he was going all over sns.

"Oh same here Jack! Who are you with?" The boy's eyes wondered looking for the person who could have joined the foul monster.

"Im with Mark hyung. He's getting the coffee then we're going to take a seat. Have fun!"

*****

"ahhhh Hyungwon hyung.?"

"If this is about Mark I've had enough."

"Hyung!!! Please?" The boy rolled his eyes and placed the coffee cup to his lips before taking another sip.

"Go on."

"Dont you think he's being mean?" The boy nodded. "I mean clearly this is all on purpose. he knows I like Mark, even though I say I dont I really do! I dont know whether he's trying to get on my nerves or whatever, but its working. I can't say to Mark hyung I like him when I know he doesn't like guys. It would just be awkward and I couldn't do that. You know?"

The boy continued nodding although he didn't really care about what he had to say. Jinyoung sighed and drank his iced latte.

"Want to go karaoke?" JinYoung's eyes lit up in excitement and he rapidly nodded.

"Is that even a question?! Let's go!!" JinYoung threw some money at Hyungwon for him to pay and ran out of the cafe.

*****

"JinYoung was here?" Jackson turned around to find an empty booth.

"He was? hmm, I didn't even see him." A waitress plodded over holding a notebook and pen. She was wearing shabby clothes and her hair was tied up and pinned into a bun.

"What a lovely couple." Jackson giggled and grabbed Mark's hand.

"Oh no, we're not-"

"I know isn't my boyfriend so hot?" The woman giggled and picked up the empty mugs and glasses before walking back to the counter. Mark awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and scrolled through sns. Jackson finished his coffee and quickly dragged Mark outside with him. The sun had already hid behind the fierce blue moon.

"I guess I'll head home. See ya" before Mark could go anywhere Jackson pulled him close, allowing his lips to wonder and cross paths with Mark's. Sharply, he kissed him and stepped back.

"Sorry." The boy nodded before running away. Mark grabbed his bag and ran to catch a taxi.

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The tv had been on for hours. JinYoung sat patiently waiting for his grandmother to arrive home to make dinner. Not that JinYoung didn't mind her hanging out with friends. It just got a bit out of hand now. He heard a car pull into the drive and ran outside in excitement. His expression became dull as he realised it wasn't who he wanted.

"Did I do something?" Mark giggled and let himself in to the house. The two boys sat awkwardly, next to eachother, on the sofa. Sometimes they would gain eye contact, but JinYoung would soon break that after becoming flustered.

"Soo, you could have told me you were at the café!"

"Ohh did Jackson not tell you? He spoke to me." Mark rubbed JinYoung's head and ruffled his brown hair. The boy pushed him away and smiled.

"Jackson said he didn't see you.."

"I mean Jackson doesn't like me so what-" the boys sound become muffled as his lips were viciously attacked by another pair. JinYoung fell backwards on his sofa. Mark was sat on top of him. His hands placed on the side of Nyoung's face. The boys kissed for a bit, nothing more.

"Hey. Mark hyung!"

Mark tilted his head and mumbled.

"My grandma is home." The boy shot up out of the chair and ran to get his stuff. He told the other to ring him and left the house.

Little did he know, all that was a dream. He had already fallen asleep and Mark had lifted him to his room. His grandma arrived later in the afternoon to make some food before heading to bed herself