Bruised Love

Falling Into Old Habits - Chapter 12

previously

Jack and Dark bid each other a goodnight, then went to their shared rooms with their loved ones.

Dark crawled in bed with Anti, spooning him.

While Jack crawled in bed with Mark, he was thinking. Dark wasn't a bad guy. He just found it difficult to feel certain things, because of being an opposite.

It was a good day for everyone.

But how would Jack react to what happened earlier? What he even be told?

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Mark awoke to sound of screaming. At first, he was scared, but then realized Jack must've been recording.

He smiled a bit and slowly got up, walking to the bathroom to clean himself up, brushing his teeth, washing his face, etc.

Mark slowly walked downstairs and made himself a cup of coffee, deciding to make another for Jack.

Knowing the Irish man, he would probably already have a cup of coffee handy.

Mark chuckled and smiled at the thought.

What if this could be his everyday life?

Married to Sean, live in a cozy little house out and away from the city, but still in a neighborhood.

Mark poured some creamer and sugar in his coffee, but let Jacks be plain, and straight up black.

He carefully walked upstairs and slowly walked into the room.

Jacks head perked and he looked over at Mark, his lips curving into a smile.

"Good morning baby, I thought you would've already had some coffee up here."

Mark said as he examined the desk.

Jack shook his head with slightly wide eyes, and rolled back slightly, exposing the white cup filled with coffee.

"Ah, I wonder how many times you've refilled it."

Mark said and pet Jacks head, setting the coffee near him.

He leaned in to kiss Jacks cheek but Jack flinched away, his eyes moving to the eyes nervously.

Marks furrowed his brows and looked at the screen, making an 'oh' face, as he saw Jack was streaming, and Mark had called him 'baby'.

"Hello everybody."

Mark said as he popped into frame and waved, smiling.

"Thank you so much for bringing me more coffee."

Jack said, leaning him and Mark (to what they thought was) out of frame, then kissed him gently, smiling softly and waving.

Mark waved back, then leaned over, waving to the stream, then leaving.

He sighed softly and started to walk downstairs. He really didn't know what to do. Maybe he could go to the gym to kill time.