"Fuck me." Mark groaned in a sigh as he entered his dorm room. 90 minutes of class with Jinyoung was more than he could take, he found himself glaring at the younger more than focusing on the lesson. Why did they have to share classes? Just to suffer?
"Gladly." Jackson replied as he exited out of the bathroom.
Mark jolted, taking a few steps away from the man who seemed to appear out of nowhere. His eyes drifted down to Jackson's naked torso for a brief moment, watching a drop of water roll down his chest from the shower he must've finished taking just a few minutes earlier before he had walked in. "Holy shit you scared me. Don't you have class?"
Jackson shook his head, smirking as he stepped closer and backed Mark against the closet across from the bathroom. "No, I have classes later. I'm more interested in the 'fucking you' thing right now."
"In your dreams." Mark retorted, tearing his eyes away from the soft looking skin that was just inches away from him.
"In my dreams, and hopefully my reality really soon." Jackson stated as his hand reached for Mark's face, thumb caressing the elder's cheek and sending a chill down his spine.
"N-No Jackson." Mark stuttered in a panic, ducking away from him and escaping to his bed. He let out a breath once he was safely a few feet away, though Jackson still wore a nonchalant smirk, proud of his flirting that always gauged an entertaining reaction. "I'm just annoyed."
The younger bent to a drawer of storage under his bed that held some of his boxers, listening while he searched for a pair he liked. "About?"
Mark shook his head, glancing down at Jackson's lower half that he'd only now realized was covered with just a thin towel. His gaze lingered, though he knew that the longer he looked, the more obvious his staring would become, which is why he forced himself to look away. "Just... Jinyoung. Does he feel weird to you?"
"Jinyoung?" Jackson's attention was caught immediately by the utterance of that name. He instantly frowned, shaking his head. "No, he's really cool, why?"
The elder shrugged. He leaned back against his bed with a sigh. "Nothing I just... I have class with him..."
Jackson's eyes lit up, a smile stretching across his lips as he stood to his full height. "Really? That's great Mark, I'm so glad he was able to have class with someone he knows, I hope he gets comfortable here soon."
Of course Jackson was happy about it. Jinyoung was the new kid, most people would pity him or at least feel some sort of sympathy toward him being thrusted in a totally new environment. Mark didn't feel that way though, he didn't know why he had such an instant distaste for Jinyoung, he just did. And he especially felt some type of way about Jackson suddenly hanging around him so much. It was weird and way too fast. Granted, Jackson was a friendly and open person, it really wasn't hard to get close to him. But for the guy to spend so much time with and enthuse so passionately about someone he'd met just a little bit over a week ago-- it was hard for Mark to wrap his head around their fast developing relationship.
He let out a shrug, his fingers fiddling together in his lap. "But... I dunno, I just... I don't think we click..."
That took Jackson by surprise, the elder's brows rising because of it. "Really? He's so nice though! I thought for sure you two would hit it off..."
Mark was sure he and Jinyoung would have hit it off, if he hadn't been so rapidly invested with Jackson. It irked him to know that they'd been spending time together, he really just couldn't make sense of what Jinyoung had that was so interesting. He seemed utterly boring and annoying, two things Mark couldn't stand. "I... I don't know... he just rubs me the wrong way..."
"I wonder why..." Jackson mumbled while rubbing his chin. He ultimately shrugged his shoulders, while holding a pair of boxers in one hand, unwrapping the towel around his waist with the other. "Well, not everyone is gonna be friends. It's alright Mark, I won't force you to be friendly."
Mark instantly looked away. Jackson was way too comfortable with changing in front of him, while he was the complete opposite. He's complained about it numerous times, but obviously complaining never worked on Jackson, therefore his best bet was to ignore the flashes of skin he saw out the corner of his eye. "No I... I wanna make him comfortable..."
"You sure? You seem like you really don't."
The elder blinked, glancing up at Jackson without thinking, but thankfully he was fully clothed other than the hoodie he was putting on by the time Mark's eyes landed on him. Was his dislike for Jinyoung already that obvious? Mark thought he was pretty subtle when it came to such things, yet Jackson could see right through him. "Uh... it's okay, it's fine. I'm probably just feeling a bit off today."
The younger hummed, straightening out his hoodie before reaching down for his sling bag that rested on his bed. "Alright well, hopefully you'll feel differently after a bit of rest. See you later..."
Mark frowned, realizing that he was off somewhere. "Wait where are you going? I thought you said class was later."
"I'm actually going to meet Jinyoung, he texted me and asked me if we could spend some time together before my class."
Mark blinked, watching like a hawk as Jackson headed for the door. "T-Texted you? He has your number?"
The younger paused, turning back and nodding. "Yep, he asked for it yesterday. I think he likes me a lot."
The grin that spread across Jackson's face ticked Mark off. Why was he so happy meeting someone he wasn't close to? And there was no way Jinyoung could 'like him' with having only known him for mere days. "Likes you in what way? What do you mean by that?"
"I meant it the way I said it?" Jackson replied, his brows knitting together in suspicion. "Mark, what's up with you?"
He was being too pushy. Mark realized it as he thought over the slew of questions he launched at the elder; he was too invested in their relationship. At the end of the day, he didn't care who Jackson was with or paid attention to. He didn't care about Jackson. Why was he caring now?
He shouldn't.
Mark took in a deep breath, calming himself only slightly. "Ah, um, nothing... no nothing, I'm fine, sorry..."
Jackson stared hard at him for a good few seconds before finally turning toward the door, his hand turning the handle as he slowly made his way out. "Okay, well I gotta go, he's waiting for me."
"It's just-!" Mark spoke on impulse. He felt his chest tighten with every step Jackson took out the door. Why did a part of him not want him to leave? At least not without still having a way to reach him if he needed to. "J-Just... um... y'know, I don't have your number, and I'm worried about what happened the other day with you coming back late repeating itself so um... c-can you like, give me your number?"
The question made Jackson smile again. His smile was calming, for whatever reason. It was bright and rejuvenating, despite him teasing Mark the majority of the time with it, the elder never hated Jackson's smile.
"Oh ho, Mark is my charm finally working on you? I'd never thought the day would come where my crush would ask me for my number. Please pinch me."
"Shut up, it's for your safety." Mark retorted as Jackson approached his bed, phone already in hand to give to the younger. "I don't even care much about you anyway, I just don't wanna be held responsible for you if something happens, so I need to be able to contact you and find out where you are."
"Well I'll think of it as you finally admitting that you're at least somewhat into me. Jackson one point, Mark zero!" Jackson squealed.
"Shut up, just put in your digits."
Jackson giggled as he rapidly typed in his number, saving himself as "Jackie~😍❤🥰😘" in his phone. Mark clicked his tongue at the contact, rolling his eyes at the stupid nickname and way too many emojis.
"Call me babe." Jackson cooed as he headed out the door, holding an invisible phone up to his ear while blowing a kiss in Mark's direction.
"Never." Mark retorted in disgust just before the door slammed shut, leaving him alone yet again in their shared dorm room.
