Well first thanks to everyone who subscribed and commented. You guys made my day. Haha anyways another short one cuz I apperantly can't handle long ones. So enjoy I guess.

 

Mark POV

    Jinyoung knows. He knows everything. All the pain and restless nights. How my heart shatters every time I see him. It didn't lessen the painful throb in my heart, but this way my worries can be shared. If my heart shatters at least my sanity remains half complete.      *Flashback*    "I love him. And I'm so so sorry. I'm fuxked and the band.' My answers fly out my mouth between the sobs that rock through my body 'and I fuxked up everything." My rambling comes to a stop once I feel warm hands on my face. His hands lower down to my hips, his embrace comforts me. His warmth and empathy are just what I need in this cold October night.  *End Flashback*        That was a couple of weeks ago, but I'm glad that I don't have to deal with this all by myself. The nights are still endless, spend by tossing and turning in bed. My mind still a mess. The tears don't fall anymore, and I glad for that. I'm not a high school girl with a  crush in a drama. I'm a very manly man, I'll fight anyone who says otherwise. I slowly get up from my bed, a strange need to see Jackson overwhelms me. Sadly in these past weeks I haven't been able to pass Time with him. I miss him. I miss him so much, but it seems that I have turned invisible since he's been overly affec