In his arms (Markson)

Six

Jackson is busy pacing in the living room. He tried to keep busy, he found Mark's dead phone on the table and charged it, cleaned up the couch and washed a few dishes. He is so mad that anyone would touch and harm his Mark. Yes his Mark, he's decided he's definitely going to at least try and make him his, he knows he would treat him like the prince he is, and protect him with all that he has. He hears Mark call his name and quickly goes to the door.
"I'm coming in." He says as he opens the door.
"Hey." Mark says quietly, Jackson smiles at him as he walks over.
"You want to talk about it?" Jackson asks quietly. Mark's sighs looking down at his hands as he plays with the bubbles.
"There isn't much to talk about really, he dumped me a few days ago. On what would have been our one year anniversary." He looks up to see Jackson's surprised face.
"Yeah, he said he was seeing someone else and today he says he wants me back and I had wanted that so bad. I wanted there to be nothing wrong with me, I wanted him to say he made a mistake.." he looked up at Jackson's face, who was trying to mask his disappointment.
"But today. Today I felt nothing but disgust, when he touched me and I couldn't get away. I felt scared, and then he put his mouth on me and I..." He started scratching at his neck and crying again.
"Hey hey, don't hurt yourself." Jackson said calmly as he grabbed Mark's hand holding it in his own.
"I just don't know what would have happened if he wouldn't have stopped, I couldn't stop him. My knee hurt and my whole body was stiff from falling asleep on the couch in an awkward position. What if he would have raped me?" Mark looked up showing his tears and the pure fear in his eyes. He was surprised to see Jackson crying too.
"I honestly don't know if I could have stopped myself from killing him if he had. But he didn't and I couldn't be more thankful. I called Bam and told him, he will be coming as soon as he can also. We're here for you, I'm here for you." Jackson said, meaning every word.
"Ugh, I just feel like such a burden for you two, I'm sorry." He said sadly. Jackson rolled his eyes while shaking his head.
"You know what makes you a pain in the ass?" He asked while smirking. Mark looked up slightly surprised by this but before he could answer Jackson did.
"The fact that you can't see that I actually enjoy being around you, BamBam likes hanging out with you too. He told me he had a lot of fun with you yesterday, but he hates when you talk bad about yourself and so do I."
"You have a life. You should be out there dating, finding a girl to marry."
"Guy." Jackson said quickly.
"What?" Mark asked not sure if he heard right.
"I like guys, not girls and I don't want to. I'd rather be here with you." He said surely.
"Oh." Mark felt that warm fuzzy feeling again, Jackson actually likes being with him. He's really not sure what to think about this, he also really enjoys his time with Jackson.
"I like it too." He says shyly, almost a whisper.
"What?" Jackson asked with Hope in his heart.
"I said I like it too, spending time with you. You've made my days brighter, when I should have been depressed over being dumped, I've barely even thought of him when you're around. That's kinda why I wanted you to come in here with me." Jackson smiled warmly at Mark, only now just realizing he was still holding his hand. He rubbed his thumb across Marks hand then squeezed and let go.
"Are you ready to get out? I'll order some food and we can watch movies or just talk, whatever." Mark nodded and started to sit up while Jackson prepared his towel. Without peeking he brought Mark to a standing position and carefully wrapped a towel around him before picking him up once again to carry him to his room.
"You know I might never want to walk again if you keep carrying me around like this." Mark said with a giggle.
"Well until this swelling goes down consider me your personal chauffeur." He said setting him on the bed. He walked over to his drawers and started to open them.
"May I?" He asked not sure if Mark wanted him rummaging through his underwear drawer.
"Just take them off the top and you'll be fine." Mark says, Jackson raises his brows and huffs out a laugh.
"Ahh so you do have secrets in here?" Marks smiled shyly but confidently responded.
"Just a little something for when I'm alone." Jackson blushed as he felt heat pooling in his stomach at the thought of what Mark does when he's alone. He cleared his throat nervously and quickly grabbed some boxers and shut the drawer.
"Sorry." Mark said smiling. "Did I embarrass you?" Jackson just shook his head and threw clothes at him.
"Get dressed, I'll go get us set up and order food." Mark nodded and giggled as Jackson hurried out of the room. He stepped into his boxers again and slipped on his shirt. He goes ahead and tries to get out of his room on his own but only makes it to the middle of the floor before his knee hurts too much to do it. He whimpers a little as he focuses on going another step forward, he doesn't want to call Jackson in here again. He really wishes he would have remembered his pills yesterday but only now realizes that's why he's so swelled up and hurting. He finally makes it to the door and pauses to take a break.
He calls out to Jackson as he opens it, receiving a frown from him when he sees him there with tears in his eyes.
"Marky why didn't you call me sooner?" He quickly gets him off his feet to Marks relief and carries him to the couch. He props his leg properly and goes to get his medicine.
"I think we should, or you should call the doctor to get new pills these don't seem to be working." He looks at Mark and sees the sheepish grin on his face.
"Oh? You didn't take them? What, do you think you'll get better without them?" He wasn't angry, just stern and it gave Mark goosebumps. He can't explain it but it's something about the authority in the younger's voice that is making him question everything.
"When did you become this way?" Marks asks smiling dumbly.
"What way?" Jackson asks with suspicion, still sorting out Marks pills.
"I don't know, you're..." They are interrupted by a knock on the door. Mark goes rigid, fearing it could be Jinyoung. He doesn't want to have to face him until he's stronger so he can fight back if need be. Before anyone can do anything the lock is turning.
"Does he have a key?" Mark looks to his lap ashamed and nods. Of course when BamBam comes running in, almost crushing Mark while hugging him he was quite relieved. BamBam studied his face and saw the still prominent slap mark and the hickey also. Like Jackson, his reaction is similar. He demands to know everything so they explain.
"Oh," he pulls a paper bag out of his backpack.
"I found this outside your door." Mark looked confused until Jackson explained what had happened with their breakfast that he had completely forgot about.
As Mark sat wrapped in BamBams arms he was comforted by his over protective nephew but also wished he could be in Jackson's instead. The two stayed with him until it was time to sleep, they both offered to sleep over but Mark wouldn't have any of that. He sent them home and thanked them profusely for all their help.
As he fell asleep that night he didn't think about the scary feeling he had when he was in Jinyoung's arms but rather how he felt when Jackson was with him, when he talked to him, when he touched him, and when he carried him in his arms. Needless to say he fell asleep with sweet dreams.