Mark awoke on the floor.
He barely remembered the end of their studying, but maybe that was because he had knocked out before Jackson and Jinyoung did. He wasn't really all that participative in the studying, therefore he had gotten bored easily and ended up drifting off.
The floor was hard and uncomfortable, and he had no idea how he got there, but either Jinyoung or Jackson took pity on him and at least threw him a blanket and pillow to use. Mark sat up, throwing the covers off him and blinking out of his sleepy daze.
He checked the time on the clock across the room; 1 am.
He rubbed his eyes, his vision slowly but surely adjusting to the darkness of the room. He looked around, gaze catching on the lumps atop the bed Jackson and Jinyoung had been sitting on.
He squinted in the dark, noticing a fluffy pile of hair and half of a sleeping face. He rubbed his eyes yet again to make sure he was seeing things clearly.
Atop Jinyoung's bed was Jackson laid flat on his back, his breathing even and expression relaxed as he snoozed. Right on his chest, just under his chin, laid Jinyoung. He was curled up against the elder, using Jackson as a human pillow for his head, and they both seemed extremely comfortable like that.
Too comfortable.
In that moment, flashes of Mark's imagination that replaced Jinyoung with himself filled his head. Feeling Jackson's warmth against his cheek, those strong hands holding him securely, the younger's soft breaths rocking him to sleep-
Then Mark blinked and realized once again that he was on the floor, and Jinyoung was the one curled up against Jackson.
His chest suddenly hurt.
Mark gripped the area where his heart resided, letting out a soft breath. He had to tear his eyes away from the sight; the longer he looked at the two curled up so comfortably together, the more he wanted to vomit in disgust.
In a swift motion he stood and rushed to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him.
Mark bent over the sink,running some cold water down the drain. He could see his red cheeks in the mirror, and he grunted in protest of them as he bent down to splash the water over his face.
"What the fuck is wrong with me..." he groaned in frustration.
There was no reason why he should be so affected by seeing the two together. His chest ached; he hated it so much. He hated Jinyoung so much. Or at least he wanted to hate him. And he hated Jackson too, for making him feel such weird and awful things. He just hated everything, especially the sight of his roommate and the new kid cuddled up together like that.
The unexpected sound of knocking jolted Mark out of his sulking.
He quickly shut the water off, checking the mirror to make sure it didn't look like he was having some sort of breakdown. Last thing he wanted was for Jinyoung to see him like that and pretend to care about what was wrong.
"Yes?" His voice came out shaky. He cleared his throat.
"Mark I gotta pee."
He could recognize that voice anywhere. A wave of relief washed over his body.
"Jackson?" Mark called as he opened the door. He let out a soft breath as the bed headed younger stood opposite him. He had no idea how Jackson had gotten Jinyoung to roll off of him without disturbing him too much, but at least they weren't laying together anymore.
"Thank god, I had to piss so bad." Jackson shuffled into the bathroom, making a beeline for the toilet.
Mark watched as he lifted the seat and stood just in front of the porcelain bowl, careless to the fact that Mark was in the room along with him. His lower half was covered from the elder's view by the extra counter space connected to the sink.
