Mark returned to his dorm, a bag full of dinner for both him and Jackson in hand. All he could think about while waiting for their food to be made was the bright, surprised smile Jackson would give him when he hands the bag over to him. Again, he'd thought of Jackson despite swearing he didn't care about the younger at all, but... he had to eat too, right?
At least being away from the younger helped him take his mind off of the incident earlier. Mark had shamefully gotten a bit... 'riled up' and needed to take a walk to clear his head. But anyone would feel that way after being within centimetres of another person, that was why his heart pounded so fast; it had nothing to do with Jackson specifically.
Mark let out a long sigh at the excuses he made for his weird behavior as he tugged his dorm key out of his pocket. He shoved the key into the lock, turning it and pushing the wooden door open.
"I'm back, I bought you somethi-"
Mark's sentence abruptly cut off as he looked up from the door knob. His jaw fell open as his eyes took in the sight before him.
Jinyoung, straddling Jackson.
Kissing him.
Touching him.
The two deeply making out.
Mark's bag of food fell to the floor.
"J-Jackson..." he mumbled, his hands now trembling as one of them rose to cover his mouth.
He was being ignored. They were too into one another to even notice him. He was invisible to them. To Jackson.
"Jackson!" Mark called again, watching in horror as he was still ignored.
Jackson gripped Jinyoung's hips and flipped their position, pinning the younger under him. He nipped down Jinyoung's neck, the latter obediently baring his skin to be marked up. Jinyoung's eyes fluttered open in ecstasy, his hazy gaze finally finding Mark.
Instead of acknowledging his presence, an evil smirk spread across Jinyoung's lips just before he let out a wicked moan of Jackson's name.
Mark felt a sharp pang stab him in his chest, right where his heart resided. He dropped to his knees a sob that he couldn't hold back escaping his throat as he clawed at his own chest--
Mark bolted up, his bleary gaze darting into the darkness around him. He felt slightly damp; he'd been sweating. His cheeks were also moist with... tears?
"Hey, calm down, are you okay?"
Mark jolted from the deep voice that came seemingly out of nowhere. He whipped his head around, a figure standing beside his bed.
He recognized that voice; he always recognized it. "J-Jackson?"
Mark blinked a few times. It was dark. He was on his bed. He glanced around the room, finding the digital clock on Jackson's desk that glowed in the dark.
3 a.m.?
Oh. He started to remember.
He had returned to his room long ago from buying Jackson and himself some dinner. And Jackson was still being flirty when he returned, but both of them easily knocked out for the night after just a few hours.
Now both of them were awake again in the middle of the night.
Mark's gaze darted back over to Jackson, when his vision adjusted to the dark, he could clearly see the concern on the younger's face.
"Mark relax. Are you okay?" He repeated, his hand gently rubbing circles along Mark's back.
That felt nice.
