A.N:

Hello!
Sorry that I haven't updated in a long time, since I promised I'd release a chapter every other day. But..i recently got my wisdom teeth taken out, and I was basically melting into my bed for a couple days straight.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the fluffff, this time in Jackson's PoV :D

Ps: Once again, this is unbeta-ed, sorry in advance ;_;.

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Drip. Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drip. Drop.

Jackson let out a sigh that began all the way from his diaphragm as he stared at the ceiling of his room, wishing that sleep will befall him soon for the umpteenth time. He forced himself to focus on the droplets of rain hitting the window above him, hoping that the thoughts residing in his head will vanish.

It wasn't his fault that he felt this way. His mother always told him that it was normal to have crushes and infatuations here and there. But Jackson knew for sure, that this was no crush; hell no this wasn’t.

Jackson moved quietly, shifting his body to the side and let his pools fall onto the sleeping body on the other side of the room. Even in the dark, Jackson could feel his heart start to palpitate quicker as his eyes got used to the darkness, the image of the boy who's been haunting his mind becoming clearer by the second.

Truthfully, Jackson knew he was the type of person to go into things head first, usually doing before a single thought processed in his head. But in this case, he knew he was uncharacteristically thinking way too much about this. He could just tell the other boy how he felt, it's not like he was scared of doing it. It was moreso the fact that Jackson knew that this was a giant risk to their friendship.

Jackson concluded with another giant sigh that he was not going to get any sleep tonight, despite all the tiring schedules he had today with the rest of the members. So, he did the only thing he could -and wanted- to do. Annoy Mark, who just happens to be the reason as to why he couldn't fall into dreamland in the first place.

He knew that this was pretty cruel of him to wake Mark up, knowing that the older boy was tired from today. However, this wasn't the first time Jackson has done this, and he was sure that Mark didn't mind anyway, usually not resisting to his midnight requests to go adventuring at all. After all, he and Mark didn't really spend much time alone together. These few hours alone every other week was enough to satisfy Jackson's heart, knowing that in the future, there was no way in hell these little escapades could quell the attraction he had for the older boy. But for now, this was perfect.

"Hyunggg." Jackson cooed quietly as he made his way over to Mark's bed, now crouching low in front of the older's face. In this position, Jackson marveled at the way Mark's lips were in a cute pout as he slept, making his own heart force itself to pump blood faster. He couldn't help but let his lips grow into a wide grin as Mark let out an extremely adorable grunt as he shook the older awake. Jackson knew he was falling deeper and deeper at this point, but he didn’t care. He didn't care because he knew it was borderline uncontrollable.

"Hyungg. Wakey-wakey." Jackson playfully whispered into Mark's ear, Jackson soon realizing how close he is to Mark's face, which caused him to recoil back. "Let's go out to eat Markie, it's going to be my treat." Jackson finished with a triumphant smile as he sat down on his legs, knowing full well that Mark can't ever resist free food.

"W-well…if you say it that way." Mark finally mumble as he stood up and rubbed his eyes awake, sleep still interlacing his words. "Only for you Jackson…Only for you." Mark sarcastically said with the shake of his head.

Jackson couldn't contain his excitement, visibly bouncing on his knees as he watched Mark pull on a baby blue pullover on top of shirt. "Where do you want to go hyung?" Jackson asked with a fervent grin, making Mark shoot the same smile towards him.

 "You choose." Mark answered as he put on a black snapback, making his way towards the door as Jackson got up. "Let's go before the others notice." Mark beckoned Jackson with a finger, causing Jackson to leap forward and hook his arm around Mark's own.

As the duo made their way to the front door, carefully tiptoeing across Jaebum and Youngjae's room, knowing that they will receive an earful from their leader if they ever get caught. However, Jackson couldn’t help but relish into the warmth that Mark exuded as their bodies were practically glued together.

The only reason Jackson can get away with his constant skinship with Mark is the fact that he was infamously known to his rather affectionate ways to get others' attention, giving him the nickname of 'Wang Puppy" within their group. Though, he wishes that Mark knew that those lingering touches and the times where he'd lay his head onto Mark's shoulder meant so much more than just a gesture of friendship.

When they finally made it to the front entrance of their dorm, Jackson noticed that the rain finally stopped, happy that he didn’t have to lug an umbrella around. "Follow me hyungg~." he said to the slightly clearing night sky as he pulled a smiling Mark towards their destination, Jackson happily noticing the welcoming warmth in their interlaced hands.

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Drip. Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drip. Drop.

Jackson currently had a spoonful of soup, tilting the spoon ever slightly to cause its contents to drip into the bowl, his face lined with regret and remorse.

"Jesus Jackson…why do you do this to yourself." Mark sighed as he plopped a dumpling in his mouth, worry drawn on his face as the older boy stared at Jackson inquisitively. "You know you can't handle spicy food, so why did you order that." Mark finished with empathetic smile.

Jackson stared blankly in horror at the heaping bowl of soup that boiled a bright red, his forehead's sweat glands already starting to perspire. Just to be clear, he didn't choose this bowl of volcano knowingly. Mark was talking about his childhood and he wanted to give Mark his full attention and respect, completely forgetting that he was supposed to look over the menu -he blames Mark's good looks-, ultimately blabbing out a random number impulsively as the waitress confronted them.

When the hot pot of hell arrive on their table, his stomach instantly dropped, Mark letting out a shrill laugh at his terrified features. Usually, Jackson would smile at the sound of Mark's laughter, but he was too busy in controlling his perspiration from going out of control and cause a freak tsunami in the restaurant. 

"Hyung.." Jackson began with a pout. "Can I-"

Before Jackson could even finish his sentence, Mark had already put his own plate of dumplings in front of Jackson. "The things I do for you Jacks…" Mark grumbled as he lifted the pot of soup lined with hot oil, Jackson noticing the slight curve on the ends of Mark's lips.

"I love you hyung~" Jackson exclaimed with a squeal as he grabbed a pair of chopsticks. Though, Jackson knew that those three words that he just said meant so much more than what he had just insinuated. He was however pretty thankful that Mark had switched their food, because god forbid the struggle he would have to go through if he so much had one spoon of that lava.

"Love you too~" Mark chimed with a wide smile as he grabbed his own pair of chopsticks, unknowingly missing the way Jackson's breath hitched as those three words left his lips.

After they were done eating and payed for their food, Mark managing to trick Jackson into going to the bathroom so he would have time to snag the entire bill for himself, causing Jackson to have a permanent pout as he realized he'd been played the fool.

"Jackson-ah, stop that." Mark playfully teased, pointing at Jackson's pouted lips and feigned hurt.

"I promised to pay for you though…" Jackson muttered under his breath, looking down on the wet pavement, still linked on Mark's arm.

"Don't worry about it Jacks." Mark retorted with a gorgeous smile, which Jackson swears rivaled the blazing sun, instantly shooting off all the pettiness in his body.

For a moment, Jackson couldn't take his dark brown pools out of the scene that played before him. He marveled at the way Mark's pink lips had a slight sheen which complimented the dazzling rows of teeth, managing to put Jackson into a trancelike state. He loved the