Confessions

- two -

Jackson awoke to a head of blonde hair in his face and an elbow in his ribs, and looked down at the head resting against his chest. Mark's lips were parted, soft breaths ghosting over Jackson's skin. The duvet was long lost and his feet were cold, but there was sweat between their bodies from where they were plastered together, legs entwined messily. Mark was like a furnace, pale hands hot where they were tucked between their chests, and Jackson smoothed a hand down the older boys back, fingers tracing the notches of his spine.

He thought of how Mark was when they were still trainees, how he'd been stick thin even back then, but his skin was of a rich gold, lip always caught between his teeth as he tried to understand the foreign language being chattered to him. Mark's eyes had lit up when he'd learned Jackson was fluent in English, the two of them sharing jokes nobody else could understand. Jackson had always felt like they were sharing a secret, the two of them, but up until now he'd made the same assumption he'd made with others - that Mark just put up with him because the younger wouldn't leave him alone.

Jackson had a habit of thinking there was a friendship when really all the other person felt was acquaintance. He'd been hurt many times by his openness with people, yet he'd still never learned to reign himself back or put people at a distance. Mark was his opposite, always watching and waiting - it had taken months for the older boy to share in the secrets that Jackson would spill in the darkness of their trainee dorm, and even longer for him to become comfortable with his hugs and outward displays of friendly affection.

It had made him bitter, honestly, when they'd joined with the others to become GOT7, how quickly mark began to accept skinship, how he'd peck Jinyoung's cheek so freely even when the cameras weren't rolling. Jackson had taken a while to realise that he had a crush on the older boy - he always latched onto people, so wrapping himself so tightly around Mark from the start hadn't been too out of the ordinary for him. They both spoke English and were strangers in this place, both struggling with the same problems, both alone. It wasn't unusual that they'd grow close.

He'd noticed marks pretty face from the start, lured in by his owlish eyes and bitten lips, the way the pitch of his laugh rivaled Jackson's own tittering howl, but there were plenty of handsome faces around him, and the only thing that set Mark above them was that he paid attention to Jackson. While Mark's face was pleasant to look at, the gravity of his personality was what made Jackson glance a moment longer. When the older boy looked at you, it was as if a spotlight had turned towards you, like every word you said was being taken into consideration.

For Jackson, it was refreshing. As the younger talked to anyone and everyone so openly, many people would switch off to whatever he was saying and he often found himself hurt when something he'd said in earnest had been completely ignored or forgotten. Mark always listened, even if he didn't have much to say in reply. Jackson found Mark's silence comforting, in a way - when they were alone, he wasn't expected to speak. He could switch off completely without the pressure of living up to his 'vitamin' character. He loved how Mark showed his affection in quiet ways, looking after the members from the shadows. While others would talk over Mark sometimes, Jackson was always drawn in, thirsty for whatever might be leaving those usually silent lips.

It was natural that he'd start to cling to Mark a little, having grown so close to him, but lately the older boy's closeness to Jinyoung had left a twinge in his chest. The fact that Mark sometimes stayed in Jinyoung's room didn't escape Jackson's attention, and he'd lie in bed wondering what they were doing, what they were talking about. He didn't know what madness had fallen over him last night, but for some reason his thoughts had reached their peak, his tongue loose in the calm darkness of their room, and the words had tumbled out. As soon as he'd asked, he'd regretted it, immediately thinking of ways to backpedal. If mark had told him there was something between him and Jinyoung, it would have crushed Jackson. He'd still love Mark as a friend, but things wouldn't be the same in his heart.

He didn't want things to change between them unless it was to have more instead of less. When Mark had denied the accusation, Jackson had felt relief, but also fear - he'd immediately assumed Mark was straight, that he'd falsely believed him to be interested in guys, which totally ruled out any hope of him having feelings for Jackson; but if Mark was comfortable with Jinyoung being gay, Jackson was comfortable with Mark knowing he was bisexual. Hearing the confession returned flipped the tables completely, and though he was nervous, his impulses had a way of winning over his hesitations.

He dragged his fingers through marks hair soothingly, remembering the dark look in the older boys eyes after he'd kissed him the first time, how his lips were firm and sure. Just from that one touch he knew Mark was under no impression that they weren't equals, and it emboldened Jackson. The first (and last) time Jackson had been with a guy he'd been completely submissive, which was fine, but even when Jackson was with girls he liked the back and forth, he liked to tease and be teased back, to feel like both parties were involved rather than one being in complete control. Although, if Mark wanted to do some sub/dom shit, Jackson wouldn't say no. At that thought, Mark took in a deep breath, nuzzling closer to Jackson's chest with a groan.

'Mm' he mumbled, rolling away from the younger boy and covering his face, hiding from the light coming in through the blinds. Jackson felt the cool air hit the newly exposed skin and missed Marks heat. 'You're too hot.'

'I know, it's a curse,' Jackson sighed wistfully, grinning as the older boy let out a huff. Mark was silent again as he curled against the wall, his bare back exposed to Jackson's roaming eyes. He had a great ass, small but toned... slappable. His body often acted before he told it to, and he cracked his hand down against Mark's bare ass, bracing himself immediately as the older boy yelled, his fist swinging round wildly to thwack at his bicep.

'You're an asshole.' Mark grumbled. He was always grumpy in the mornings, but it was adorable, and Jackson liked the fact his teasing would actually get a response when Mark was in this mood. The slimmer man climbed out from Jackson's bed, grabbing a towel and slipping it around his waist - though not before Jackson caught a good eyeful of the red flush blooming on one of his pale ass cheeks. For a moment Jackson thought he'd actually pissed the older boy off, and he sat up ready to apologise. Mark turned to the door as he rubbed his face groggily. 'M'gonna take a shower.'

Jackson watched as the door closed behind him, letting out a breath and resting his head back against the wall. Mark didn't seem to be acting any differently to how he usually would, and Jackson felt relieved. While he didn't want things to change between them, he knew they would, even if it was only slightly. He wanted to be able to touch Mark the way he'd been longing to for years now, to freely kiss him and hold him as he slept or simply hold his hand with feelings known between them. He knew Mark was probably stood into the shower running through all the ways he'd have to tell Jackson what they should do if things were to go wrong, how they'd need to consider the group, how they couldn't act any differently from now on. That was probably the only thing that annoyed Jackson about Mark - the man was so quiet yet Jackson knew a million thoughts were flying through his mind at all times, and he was constantly left wondering which thought the older would decide to share with him, if he chose to share any at all.

Jackson rolled out of his bunk, stretching out with a groan and sighing at the soreness in his thighs. He pulled on some basketball shorts, humming lightly. He wondered if anyone had heard them last night - Mark hadn't exactly been vocal but their bed was definitely groaning from their exertions and the walls weren't the thickest. There'd been countless times he'd had to go give the maknae's a stern talking to when they stayed up late laughing. Jinyoung's room was right next door, and he really wasn't in the mood to see his eyes light up with the promise of gossip and blackmail material.

He made his way to the main bathroom, walking in without knocking. Everyone had seen each other's junk at least once by now, if the person inside really wanted their privacy, they'd lock the door. Luckily, Mark was feeling generous today, because Jackson was bursting for a piss. He closed the door softly behind him, watching Mark's shape moving behind the steam covered glass. He relieved himself, deciding to flush after mark was done so he didn't burn the guy alive (something the members often did to each other). He washed his face and brushed his teeth, flexing his muscles in the mirror as he often did while taking in the fresh bruises at the base of his neck. While mark seemed averse to hickeys on himself, it didn't look like he minded riddling Jackson with them.

He watched Mark for a moment, his slender form blurred by the steamy glass, and recalled how he'd looked in the darkness only a few hours ago. The older boys skin had been soft and smooth to his touch, his muscles not prominent like Jackson's but more of a suggestion, toned and firm beneath the pale skin. Even the hair between his legs was barely there unlike the thick patch that ran from Jackson's bellybutton and further. He traced his fingers absently over his former snail trail, missing it slightly as he felt the stubble there. He'd grown paranoid from the repeated comments on it, though he'd always liked it.

He leaned back against the sink, images of Mark's thighs around his waist as he fucked him deep running through his head, trying to recall the soft sounds the older man made, how his bitten lips felt against his own. He felt his cock stir in his shorts, and he reached down to take it in hand, stroking absently. Sexual frustration was no joke, and it was rare he had enough time alone to really enjoy getting himself off, often having to steal moments in the shower to relieve the tension (which was always cut short by some asshole barging in and telling him he was taking too long - or even worse, proclaiming they needed to take a dump, which always killed his boner).

It was a constant fear, not knowing when you might pop a boner on stage or during a variety show, something his baggy pants saved him from countless times. He didn't know how Yugyeom and Bambam survived with all the teenage hormones running wild, but maybe they had some agreement between the two of them. Jinyoung was a lucky fucker, getting his own room alone. Mark hadn't been wrong when he'd asked if Jackson jerked off in their bedroom, but he never did it when the older guy was around - the humiliation of accidentally moaning his name was something he'd never wanted to experience.

Emboldened, he let his shorts drop to the tiled floor, padding over to the shower and cracking it open as silently as he could. Mark's ass was still slightly red from where his hand had smacked it, and he licked his lips at the sight of him, head raised to the shower head as he scrubbed his face, water running down his back, down the cleft of his buttocks. Jackson wanted to lick every drop. He didn't hesitate to grab Mark's ass roughly with both hands, but was disappointed at the lack of surprise the older showed, simply continuing to wash his face before turning his head with a raised eyebrow.

'I heard you come in.' He said simply, turning back to the spray as Jackson pouted in disappointment. He left his hands where they were, kneading the supple flesh contemplatively before he pressed forward, crowding Mark against the wall with his erection nuzzling between the firm cheeks. He moved in to suck at Mark's neck slowly, satisfied at the soft gasp the older let out against the tiles. 'Don't even think about trying anything,' he mumbled, even as he pressed back slowly, delicious friction against Jackson's cock. 'My ass is off limits for a week, you monster.'

Jackson grinned against marks neck, nipping at the skin teasingly as he ran his hands down marks sides. 'You liked it though, right?' he said it teasingly, but it was an earnest question. reassurance really wouldn't go amiss, he'd feel shitty if Mark had actually just endured the whole experience. 'You said it was good last night,' he whispered breathily against his ear, feeling the older lean back slightly against his chest as Jackson imitated him with a wanton, needy voice, 'So good, Jackson. Fuck me hard-'

'I definitely didn't say that last part,' Mark refuted indignantly, turning to face Jackson. Well, at least he wasn't averse to Jackson's touch, if the semi he was sporting had any say in it. He placed his hands on Mark's buttocks again with a grin, pulling his hips against his own and groaning softly, drinking in the sight of Mark's head tilting back at the contact.

He pressed a firm kiss to his red lips, pulling away only slightly, 'Hmm, you'll be saying it pretty soon, though.' He leaned in for a deeper kiss, but found himself being pushed to the opposite wall, his back hitting the cold, wet tiles with a thump. Mark was definitely more awake than ten minutes ago, eyes bright with mischief and his lips quirked at the side. Jackson was about to ask what was wrong before Mark's eyes dropped to look between them, raking up Jackson's torso before he fixed his eyes upon him again. Jackson was definitely going to save that expression to his already overflowing wank bank.

His mind practically exploded when Mark dropped to his knees, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised, his hand moving to wrap around the younger mans cock firmly. Jackson's eyes were as wide as saucers at the bold display of confidence from his usually docile friend, and he drank in the sight of him on his knees. His cock jumped in Mark's grip, and the older boy licked his lips. This guy was going to kill him, he was sure. His heart thudded in anticipation of his wet dreams coming true, and he threw his head back when Mark's lips stretched around the tip of his cock, sucking gently.

He forced himself to look down and take in the show Mark was putting on for him, seeing the older boy in what looked like deep thought, and he assumed he was thinking through every possible way he could do this wrong - as he was wont to do. It made Jackson's heart tighten slightly, because honestly how could Mark think Jackson would care if he did a crappy job - he wouldn't even notice if the guy bit his dick off, really. Okay, maybe he would notice, but he'd forgive him at some point, just for the sheer fact Mark had even considered getting that close to his dick. He reached out to run his fingers through marks hair soothingly, causing the older to look up. He smiled down at him, nodding encouragingly.

Mark blinked once, twice, before letting his eyes fall back to Jackson's aching member, his hand shifting up and down the length as if testing it out, before he held the base firmly once again, eyes fluttering shut as he licked the underside from his fist to the tip, making Jackson's abdomen twitch at the wet heat. Mark seemed emboldened from the quick taste, licking at the tip again before stretching his lips around him once more, taking him into his mouth properly this time. Jackson saw stars at the sensation, hardly bringing himself to believe his dick was actually in Mark's mouth. The older boy bobbed his head slowly, feeling out a rhythm and getting used to the girth in his mouth. Jackson had expected to feel teeth or the slide of too much spit, but Mark's determination to win at things seemed to reach to these endeavors too, the glide of his lips around Jackson's cock smooth and skillful.

He could hear his own heavy breaths echoing in the small space, and he wondered how good Mark would be after a bit of practice. The older had found his pace, bobbing faster and pressing his tongue to the underside, sucking in earnest as wet noises escaped his lips. Jackson felt like he was starring in a particularly stirring porno, and he dug his fingers into Marks hair, encouraging him. Jackson had only given a blowjob twice, and he knew how awkward it could be, how frightening it was to get it wrong. Knowing Mark was an anxious guy made him want to let him know that he was definitely doing it right. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the image of Mark on his knees, red lips stretched around his straining cock and his eyes closed in concentration.

One hand was placed groundingly on Jackson's thigh, but Jackson watched with dark eyes as the older boy let go, moving to wrap it around his own cock, now fully hard and straining against his abdomen. The words 'cock slut' came to mind, but his tongue felt too big for his mouth at that moment to spit out anything but stunted moans and whispered 'fucks'. He'd save that pet name for another time, which he was pretty confident there would be. He groaned when mark pulled away with a gasp, breaths heavy and lips coated with spit. His eyes were glued to Jackson's slick cock as he fisted it, squeezing as he pulled at it and making Jackson's knees go weak.

Jackson's choked when Mark leaned in again, taking too much of the younger boy's cock and gagging slightly, his throat contracting around the tip and making Jackson's eyes roll back. Mark didn't pull away, though, continuing to bob his head, his fist leaving the base to pull Jackson's hips closer, swallowing around him as he took him deep. When Jackson looked down at him again, Mark was looking back, eyes wet from choking but dark with lust, and it was too much when he felt a hand teasing at his balls, rolling them as his lips pressed against the base of his cock tightly. He tightened his grip on Mark's hair, mouth agape as he tried to signal his orgasm, but Mark only strengthened his grip on Jackson's hip, humming around his length, and Jackson's vision went black with pleasure.

His sudden moan echoed in the small space, only managing to regain his senses enough to gape down at Mark as his face crumpled at the shock of the younger boy's come shooting down his throat, pulling away so only the tip was in his mouth as he stroked Jackson though his orgasm. Jackson watched in dumbstruck awe as the older boy pulled off with wet, abused lips, eyes squinting as his throat bobbed before his tongue darted out to catch the last drop of come from Jackson's cock.

Jackson felt like he was staring at an actual demon, and he stood there with weak legs, panting with his back pressed to the tiles. Mark still kneeled there, the water still hitting his back as his hand returned to his neglected cock, fisting it wantonly, his hips bucking into his own touch and his head thrown back, eyebrows knitted and a lip caught between his teeth. If being an idol didn't work out, Jackson was sure Mark could get by as a porn star with very little trouble.

He ran his tongue over his dry lips, his hand reaching out to trace Mark's jaw line, their eyes locking. He pulled at Mark's plump lip with a thumb, feeling his mouth run dry as the older boy sucked it into his mouth wantonly, not breaking eye contact. He pulled his hand away, a soft pop leaving Mark's mouth at the loss of Jackson's digit, before he fisted it in the older boy's hair, pulling his head back roughly and guiding his softening cock to his red lips. He pushed against them as Mark's eyelids fluttered, parting to take the flesh back into his mouth slowly, sucking deeply on Jackson's oversensitive member.

He looked filthy as Jackson pressed his cock against the inside of his cheek, fucking gently into Mark's mouth as the older boy's hand sped up against his own cock, hips stuttering as his climax surged and urgent noises vibrated against Jackson's member tantalizingly. He pulled Mark away from his cock, letting it fall flaccid between his legs as Mark began to whine, his usually deep voice hitting another octave as he looked up at the younger boy desperately. 'Come for me, Mark,' he growled, surprised at the roughness of his own voice. 'I want to watch you.'

Mark caught his lip between his teeth again, his eyes fluttering shut as his fist dragged against his cock two, three times before he looked up at Jackson almost as if he was surprised, mouth falling open in a silent shout. Shuddering gasps left his lips as his hips jumped, thick ropes of come striping the shower floor. Jackson fell to his knees, dragging Mark to his chest and kissing him hard through his orgasm, tongues twisting while Mark moaned into his mouth. When Mark had regained his senses, Jackson felt strong hands pressing against his chest as the older boy pushed him away with a dazed look on his face, a lazy grin on his lips.

Lips that had only five minutes ago been wrapped around his cock.

Jackson couldn't tear his eyes away from them, and Mark's tongue darted out to run over the plump flesh, as if he was teasing him. Jackson leaned in hungrily, but Mark darted up and out of the way, standing on shaky legs out of Jackson's reach. He looked up at the older boy with wide eyes, a pout on his lips as the older grinned down at him devilishly.

'Was it good?' Mark asked, his voice completely wrecked, and Jackson felt a surge of pride knowing he was the cause. Jackson smirked, getting to his feet too and placing his palms either side of Mark, trapping him.

'So good.' he breathed, leaning in to capture Mark's lips again, but the older slapped a palm against his puckered lips, giggling.

'Well at least I know how to shut you up, now.'

Jackson looked at him with feigned hurt, clutching at his chest as the older freed himself from Jackson's embrace, tottering out of the shower and leaving him there dumbstruck.

As he watched the older dry off and rinse his mouth, he took comfort in the fact that his slight limp was because of him.

-

They'd all spent their day off differently; Bambam dragging Yugyeom off for a shopping trip, Jackson and Jaebum working out and Youngjae writing music. Mark was simply lazing in Jinyoung's room, gossiping with the younger boy as Coco lay between them, basking in the attention.

Mark scratched behind his fluffy ears, smiling softly as the white ball of fluff closed its eyes in contentment before he returned his attention to Jinyoung. The younger was still in his pyjamas, not bothering to wash up for the day. When Mark had come to talk to him, he'd still been wrapped up in his duvet, dead to the world at 1pm. He watched him yawn widely, eyebags deep and 5 o'clock shadow prominent.

'You look like shit.' He commented frankly, and Jinyoung shrugged his shoulders sagely. They were always brutally honest with each other, sharing secrets and gossip the other members had no idea about. Together they knew every dirty little habit the other members had, all the secrets they'd gathered over the years, and every detail about each other. Jinyoung was sat on his bed, a plushie between his crossed legs while Mark lay stretched across the foot of it, head and legs hanging off each end.

'I take days off very seriously. If being an idol is work, today I'm not at work, so kill me if I'm not in the mood to put on a pound of makeup and smile.'

'Geez, okay grumpy guts.' Mark teased, rolling onto his side to smirk at the younger, who raised an eyebrow, a twinkle in his eyes. Mark felt a dread rise in him, his smirk faltering - that look was never good.

'I heard some questionable noises coming from your room last night, anyway.' He leaned forward with a grin, and Mark threw his head back, groaning. 'Sharing is caring, Mark.'

'You're the worst.' Mark whined, but Jinyoung knew when he'd struck gold, and he bounced where he sat, making Coco jump off the bed, flustered.

'Tell me, tell me, t-t-t-tell me!' He crooned in English as the bed creaked, Mark wobbling around until he sat up defeated, resigned to his fate.

'Fine, fine,' he sighed, 'Sit still, you're making me sick.' Jinyoung settled back, getting comfortable with a devious smile on his lips, the face he usually put on when he was about to hear something worth listening to. 'I got the wang.'

'The Jackson Wang?' Jinyoung teased, and Mark rolled his eyes. 'Is it big? No, don't tell me, that's gross. I feel like I'm asking about my kids getting it on. I don't know how to break it to you, Mark, but you're adopted - your relationship with Jackson is totally not incestuous, you have mothers blessing.' Mark yelled in embarrassment before Jinyoung clapped a hand to his mouth, laughing gleefully and pulling him down to lie with him. 'Seriously, though - was he good?'

Mark licked his lips, looking anywhere but at Jinyoung, who was waiting intently for a reply. 'Yeah, I guess.'

'You guess? Markie, if that blush is anything to go by it was better than that. Indulge me, please.' He sighed whistfully, 'I won't be getting any soon so at least give me juicy details to nourish me.'

Mark frowned at Jinyoung, sympathy in his eyes. 'Still no progress with JB?'

'Progress? That implies we've started at some point.' He laughed without humor. 'I mean, it's not the way it was when we debuted together, thank God, but he's still so distant with me. He put his arm round me in the car last night and I nearly died. It's different when the cameras aren't rolling, I almost believe that things are different...'

'But then...' Mark started, and Jinyoung nodded sorrowfully.

'But then he drags Youngjae in for a wrestle and it's back to hetero bro roughhousing.'

'You're thinking about it too much, Jinyoungie.' Mark smiled comfortingly, patting his bare knee. 'You guys really need to have a talk.'

'I don't trust myself to talk honestly to him,' he shook his head, 'It would either end up with me crying or throwing myself at him. You know, I walked in on him getting in the shower last week. He's grown a lot since JJProject, I came twice just thinking about it-'

'Oh God, spare me.' Mark wailed, clapping his hands over his ears, and Jinyoung threw his head back with laughter, always happy to torture Mark with details. Mark propped himself up on an elbow, calling Coco back up to the bed and pulling him against his chest. 'Jackson said he and Jaebum were gonna bring some drinks tonight, maybe this is your chance to get things cleared up? Jaebum drinks a lot if he's in the right mood, you could ask him everything and he won't remember the next day, so no embarrassment for you.'

Jinyoung considered it for a moment, sighing heartily. 'But do I really want to hear the truth?'

'You never know. Just yesterday I was thinking Jackson would never like me back and then this morning I was on my knees in the shower-'

'ON YOUR KNEES?' Jinyoung screeched, and Mark regretted every decision he'd ever made. 'IN THE SHOWER?'

Mark was thankful the house was empty apart from Youngjae, safely tucked away in the soundproof piano room.

'YOU SLUT.'

-

Mark was saved from Jinyoung's thorough questioning on his recent sexual exploits by the return of the maknae's, loaded up with clothes and shoes and whatever else. BamBam threw an impromptu fashion show, bringing their disco nightlight into the living room to the sound of Vogue by Madonna, and Mark took up his perch on the sofa, glad for the distraction from the spotlight on his sex life. He wasn't a prude by any means, all his friends from Cali would testify to his fuckboy credibility, but this was new territory for him. Jinyoung never pushed to the point where he was uncomfortable, but a break was gratefully received.

He watched their antics for a while, but quickly grew distracted. Jinyoung made up for Mark's lack of attention by joining in on the disaster, anyway, so he wasn't missed. His mind replayed the morning in detail, how it felt to wake up against Jackson's chest, the warmth he'd felt knowing that the younger boy was watching him. Jackson fidgeted a lot in his sleep, and honestly Mark was feeling pretty worn out from their exertions and the lack of rest he'd been able to find after. The younger man had passed out almost immediately after they'd wrestled weakly about the abuse of Mark's clothing, but the older had been glad of the chance to be so close to him, wrapped in his arms and seeing him at peace, knowing he belonged there, that there'd be no repercussions for watching.

His ass ached even now, his thighs feeling stretched and sore from Jackson holding him open, but the burn was bearable when paired with the memory it brought.

He knew Jackson would follow him to the bathroom at some point, but he'd still felt a thrill run through him when the door had opened, his heart racing in anticipation. The image of Jackson dripping wet and overcome with pleasure would be burned into his mind forever, he thought. Whatever nervousness he'd held had fled the moment the younger had looked down at Mark with those dark eyes, and Mark definitely wanted to perfect his technique. He wanted to see just how loud he could make Jackson moan.

His jaw still felt tight from his exertions, the weight of Jackson's cock on his tongue still fresh in his mind. Sucking dick was more difficult than he'd anticipated, but he'd found himself longing to do it one more time, eager to feel the power he'd had over the younger boy again.

Jackson was, without a doubt, a great lay. However, Mark's thoughts always returned to the soft glances Jackson bestowed upon him, even when he was pressing his softening cock hard against Mark's sore lips, there was emotion there that Mark felt fearful to name. Mark was scared his own feelings were similar.

There was a talk in their near future, and Mark's mind was buzzing as he tried to construct the right words, how to piece everything together. There was no way they could let their newfound attentions affect the group, after all the ordeals the members had to go through to get to this point. When he'd woken up in Jackson's arms, his first thought had fallen on whether Jackson would still be in the same mind he had been last night, whether Mark was just a release for sexual tension, a willing partner. Now, he wasn't so sure. Either way, Mark found himself none too caring over whether Jackson was serious about him or not, satisfied for the moment to bask in the glow of his best friend's affection.

He was pulled from his thoughts when the door opened, Jackson and Jaebum tumbling in with heavy bags clinking against each other. Maybe his heart skipped a beat at the appearance of the holder of his heated thoughts, and maybe his eyes roved up and down the younger boys body for a beat too long, but he turned his attention away from lusty thoughts quickly enough.

Jaebum went to the kitchen, taking half of Jackson's load with him as he disappeared around the corner, the younger making a beeline for Mark.

He sat up on the sofa from where he'd been slumped, making space for Jackson to throw himself down and sprawl across Mark. He bit back the nervous lump that formed in his throat at the contact, reminding himself this was how they normally acted around each other, that it would be weirder if they didn't touch at all.

Jackson tilted his head back to look up at Mark, and he thought his heart was going to jump from his chest. 'Miss me?' He crooned, a sickeningly sweet expression on his face, and Mark pulled a face, slapping a hand over the younger boys stupid face and giggling as he struggled playfully against him.

He could feel a gaze burning a hole in his face, and he glanced to see Jinyoung watching with a knowing smirk. Jackson followed his eyes, looking between the two of them. Mark could only nod at him solemnly, and Jackson slumped against him. 'Is there anything Jinyoung doesn't know?' he whined quietly, shifting to a sitting position as he dug around in the bags by his feet, pulling out a pack of beers and passing one to Mark. 'What are these idiots doing, anyway?'

BamBam was, at that point, squeezing his skinny legs into a pair of jeans no human could possibly fit into, and Mark wondered how the boy ever managed to walk in them. Jackson probably wouldn't even be able to fit his forearm in one of the legs.

Eventually the rabble calmed down and beers were shared amongst them, Youngjae leaving his music-cave to join them as they played games and laughed. Mark lay against the arm of the sofa, Jackson sat on the floor near him as he chattered away with BamBam, Mark's arm loosely hanging around his neck. Yugyeom was teasing Jaebum ruthlessly as Youngjae crowed with laughter, Jinyoung looking on fondly as Jaebum's patience started to wane.

By 10pm they were all well on their way to drunkenness, to the point where even Mark was joining in with their attempts at girl group dances, not missing the way Jackson looked at him as he awkwardly shook his hips. When Hyuna's 'Roll Deep' started to blare, the room was quickly thrown into havoc, limbs flying and bootys twerking all over the place. Jaebum was giving BamBam a run for his money, hips rolling like it was going out of fashion, and Mark wasn't surprised to see Jinyoung completely lost in the scene, mouth agape gracelessly.

They had to give Yugyeom a time out when the slow, sexy songs came on, the maknae getting a little too intimate with the floor than they were all comfortable with. Jackson tried to drag Mark up to join him, but the oldest refused - he always got a funny stomach when he drank, preferring to sit around and watch than shake up the cocktail of fluids sloshing around inside him. He watched with rapt attention, though, as Jackson latched onto Jaebum instead, the two of them making a show of it. While it was all in jest, he still felt a flare of jealousy shoot through him as they ground against eachother.

The kids were enjoying the show, yelling and hooting at the display their hyungs were putting on, but Jinyoung's expression was another story. While his mouth was smiling, his eyes most definitely were not.

Soon enough the party slowed down, the seven of them sitting together and sharing jokes and stories. Youngjae was demonstrating his English skills, making Mark feel like he'd split a kidney if he laughed any harder. Before long the honorifics were slipping and Jaebum was dealing out the harshness at every opportunity, the maknaes turning to Mark for protection he half-heartedly offered.

At one point they ended up making Yugyeom cry, and a very drunk BamBam removed him, stumbling haphazardly to their bedroom for the night. Somehow Yugyeom could hold his drink better than the lot of them, something about his sheer size making it harder to inebriate him. BamBam on the other hand only needed to smell alcohol to get buzzed.

Jaebum was sat on the floor, sipping what must have been his tenth beer, speech slurring as he and Youngjae crooned a trot song, forgetting half the lyrics and ultimately making the group dissolve into hysterics. Jinyoung ended up in Mark's lap while Jackson joined the others on the floor, wrapped up in some game involving the unfortunate Youngjae being physically tortured in different ways.

'Jaebum's drunk.' Mark assessed quietly, turning Jinyoung's attention away from the loud brawl taking place before them. He looked at Mark with an expression of 'what is your point' and Mark smirked devilishly, eyelids drooping slightly from the warm embrace of alcohol. Jinyoung didn't seem to be affected, but Mark knew the younger just tended to keep a tighter grip on his awareness when he drank. He was just as wrecked as the rest of them underneath his motherly facade. 'I'm getting sleepy, don't think I won't abandon you to your fate Jinyoungie.'

'Youngjae is here, your threats mean nothing to me.' He drawled, eyebrow raised indignantly. Mark simply nodded towards the boy in question, currently frantically tapping out of whatever martial arts hold the two older boys had him trapped in. Youngjae's face was a startling shade of red, his breathless smile loose and lazy on his face as he wobbled around, tripping over his own feet as he tried to stand.

'You know Youngjae doesn't last long - it's amazing he's still conscious. My threats should always be taken seriously, young one.' Mark said conspiritorally, giggling at the fear in Jinyoung's wide eyes, betrayal painted over his features. He gripped at Mark's shirt dramatically.

'Yah, Hyung, don't do this to me.' He groaned, and Mark wrestled him around before he could make himself cry in an attempt to sway the older boys heart. 'I'm still so young, don't let me die like this.' He wailed through his choked laughter as Mark tickled him ruthlessly, leaving him a breathless mess on the floor before he stood over him, a grin on his features.

'Youngjae, come and get some water.' Mark beckoned, helping the younger to his wobbly feet. As Youngjae stumbled into the kitchen, Mark lingered a moment to catch Jackson's eye, biting his lip with a promise in his eyes before he followed after the Mokpo boy. Mark was gonna get laid and get a good nights sleep, and Jinyoung was going to meet his fate.

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