The end

“Really Mark, really?” Jackson shakes his head walking inside, followed by Mark and Coco. “Why do we need a dog?”

They started hunting an apartment after both of them entered University, Jackson on the Arts department and Mark on Technology and Engineering department. Now, after they spend a month decorating and making the place like home, finally the day to move in officially had come.

They took their stuff here with Mark’s dad help, but never slept overnight, intending to do it when all of it is finished and they could official call it home.

“We need something entertaining in our house; Yugyeom won’t live with us anymore,” Mark replies with Coco in his arms, petting him. “Look at her, is just like our child.”

“I am too young to be a father,” Jackson says, letting his backpack fall on the couch while looking around, admiring the apartment. He doesn’t want to know how it will become in some months when they will be lazy to clean up or when Coco will make a mess of everything.

“Who said that you’ll be a father?” Mark asks, placing the dog on the floor and smirks at Jackson. “You can be the mom.”

Jackson frowns, shaking his head and crosses his arms over his chest trying to make a threatening face, but in the end, he ends up labeled as cute by Mark.

“Anyway, let’s unpack our bags because Jinyoung and Jaebum are coming later,” Mark says, taking a seat beside Jackson on the couch. “I still can’t believe that they don’t form a couple, yet.”

“They are practically like one, but they aren’t officially, but don’t worry, in no time we’ll hear that they will get married.” Jackson laughs, making himself comfortable on the couch, leaning his head on Mark’s lap. “What’s on the menu tonight?”

Mark laughs, running his fingers through Jackson’s hair. “Pizza, I suppose.”

*Who are you?*

After Jinyoung and Jaebum left, Mark lied on the couch with Coco on his chest while Jackson is trying to clean the place up a bit.

There are pizza boxes and soda cans everywhere, which is way different from what they found this morning when they walked in the apartment door.

“Tomorrow first day of University, can you believe it?” Mark asks, petting the dog’s back while he has his eyes closed enjoying the time. “It feels like just yesterday I’ve met you.”

Jackson smiles not replying, loving the way his heart jumps in his chest just by listening to Mark talking about useless things.

He remembers when he saw Mark for the first time, the way he loved those lips pressed on his and kicking himself for not noticing who the guy was.

He recalls how childish he was when he wanted Mark attention. Even if he