In his arms (Markson)

Twelve

Jackson got to the door and tried to open it but that asshole even locked that. It doesn't stop him though, he ran slamming his whole body into it. He sees Mark laid out underneath Jinyoung, pinned to the bed repeating Jackson's name while Jinyoung was trying to peel his pants off. Jackson never played American football in his life but you wouldn't know it with the way he tackled Jinyoung.
After getting him to the ground he repeatedly punched him in the face until a policeman pulled him back.
Youngjae was with Mark holding him in his arms to sooth him, Mark didn't mind because at this point he didn't know who anyone was anymore. His vision was blurry with tears and in his mind he could only think of Jackson.
When Jackson was done beating the life out of Jinyoung he practically ran to Mark and took him from Youngjae.
"Mark I'm here it's me Jackson." Mark let out a sob as he held onto Jackson with all he had.
"Jackson, Jackson." Was all he could say.
"Shh, shh baby it's ok I've got you now. No ones gonna hurt you."
Youngjae quietly left the room leaving them alone, he can see the love Jackson has for Mark and it leaves him breathless. He wishes for someone to love him that much one day. He sees BamBam run into the apartment and goes to him.
"He's with Jackson now, he's ok." BamBam looks at him skeptically, wondering why he's still here.
"Did he? Did he h-hurt him?" BamBam questioned trying to hold back the tears.
"He never got the chance to rape him, I don't know if he hurt him in any other way." He said quietly. BamBam excused himself to go check on Mark himself. When he got to the room he saw Jackson holding him lovingly while whispering words of encouragement. Mark was almost asleep in his arms, he looked at peace so BamBam stepped out and left them alone again.
"Excuse me sir, we need to get a statement from the victim." BamBam looked at the officer and pleaded for him to leave him be for the night.
"He needs to rest, he needs to stay with Jackson for now. I will have both of them come in tomorrow for a statement. You can get his." He said looking at Youngjae.
"Ok, I'll need one from you as well so stick around. They both give statements and sat together on the couch.
"I'd offer you a ride home but I'm not leaving." BamBam said quietly.
"I'm not leaving either so..." BamBam eyes him cautiously.
"Look if this is about Jackson he's..."
"No it's not about Jackson at all, just please leave it ok?" BamBam looked taken aback and didn't really know how to respond. He decided to keep an eye on him though and not sleep.

In the end they both passed out really uncomfortably on the couch. Both worried for Mark, both there for different reasons.

Mark slowly woke up, not being able to move much. He feels skin against his face and begins to panic but then he smells the unmistakable scent of Jackson and calms down. He's confused as to why Jackson is in bed with him though. He tries to recall the events of the night before but it's blurry. He stays in Jackson's arms as long as he can until he really has to pee.
He does his business and looks in the mirror, he sees a red mark on his cheek but figures he fell when he was drunk. But when he walks back into his room, he sees his bed, he remembers everything. Well mostly, he knows Jackson should be at that other guys house instead and doesn't remember how he got here. He slowly walks to his bed and sits gently trying not to wake Jackson but he stirs anyway.
"Mark, where are you?" He says in a panic trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. Mark touches his hand. This calms him and he reaches over to pull mark toward him earning a shriek.
"Jackson what are you doing?" Jackson just hugged him tighter.
"Don't leave, I want to hold you longer, protect you. I failed you last night and I never want that to happen again." He said with tears in his eyes. Mark was surprised at this but shook it off, he was still upset about the date Jackson was on but was also great full.
"You came at just the right time, so thank you. I just, I don't understand why or how?" Jackson was still trying to hold him but mark pulled away and sat upright.
"We were on the phone talking, more like you were drunk and rambling about how your heart hurt and your carpet was the culprit." Jackson giggled and Mark started to crack a smile but then started to remember the conversation. He was embarrassed. He got up and went to leave.
"Where are you going?" Jackson asked cautiously, he knew that Mark was upset about yesterday so he was on thin ice.
"I'm going to make some breakfast."
"Mark you went through a lot last night, you should rest. I can do it." He was a little taken aback at Mark's abrupt response.
"No. I don't want to lay in bed and think about it, any of it. I need something to do so I'm going to do it." He quickly walked out, torn between his feelings of anger, shock, fear and most of all the strong feelings he had towards Jackson. He questions everything that he said to him in the past, but also feels he's being genuine.