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Mark stared at the white ceiling above him, a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded him as he snuggled himself into his mattress. To say that he was exhausted was an understatement, his body aching in places where it shouldn’t. He enjoyed these moments to himself, just planting his eyes on the ceiling of his room and letting his exhaustion consume him. He slowly pulled his fluffy duvet over his body with a deep sigh as he reflected on the past couple of days.

JYP hasn't been exactly accommodating lately, Mark knowing that their group was being pushed harder than ever before as to keep their popularity around the world alive. Almost every member were doing their part in order to get the name of GOT7 out to the world. Jaebum recording and writing new songs, BamBam and Yugyeom appearing in variety shows here and there, and finally Jackson. Mark was astonished at the sheer amount of work and schedules that Jackson had, always refilling his duties just as he accomplished the one before. It was admirable and impressive, but to be quite frank, he was extremely worried for the younger blonde's health.

It was no secret that he and Jackson had some sort of special relationship, becoming close almost instantaneously with their first hellos. They had bonded over being foreign in a country that they now called home, Mark feeling a slight pang in his heart as he realized how different his experience in Korea would have been without Jackson. He had always been jealous of the way Jackson can seemingly make any situation lively and memorable, though he had to admit that if it weren't for Jackson, these few years in Korea would have been duller than the edge of an old metallic spoon.

Mark knew that he cared very much for the Hong Kong native, often showing it through subtle gestures and confiding in the blonde whenever those dark clouds would resurface in his thoughts. While Jackson usually portrays his energetic and slightly obnoxious character on screen, most people don't realize just how empathetic and kind the blonde was. Mark owed a lot of his sanity to Jackson listening attentively to his 4 AM rants and at times, even his muffled sobs under the sheets. Mark knew he loved Jackson as a brother, though for some odd reason, that thought didn't really sit well with him, a feeling of uneasiness suddenly rising in the lower pits of his stomach.

Just as Mark was going to allow himself to surrender to sleep, he heard coughing and sniffling from below, peering over the edge of his top bunk to investigate the creator of the noises. Mark squinted and laid his eyes upon his roommate, currently in a fetal position and clutching his blanket with a vice grip. Mark could only see the small tuft of blonde hair peeking out of the blanket, upon closer inspection, he realized that the blonde streaks were vibrating slightly.

"Jacks..-" Mark began, starting to make his way down the ladder to get a better look as he quickly slapped himself awake. "Is everything alright?" he asked with genuine worry, now squatting right beside Jackson's bedside.

All Mark got in response was a soft grunt and what Mark could tell was a slight nod under the thin sheets. He sighed loudly, knowing that Jackson is extremely stubborn when it comes to other people taking care of him. Truth be told, besides Jinyoung, Jackson was always next to make sure he was okay. Often times, the younger would even go through great lengths to acquire a type of food that he was craving when he was bed-sick. It was only normal to return the favor, Mark thought approvingly.

"Gaga.." Mark started, noticing the slight movement under the sheets, signaling that Jackson heard the nickname that he had coined when they were trainees. "Get up so I can check your temperature. You're clearly sick."

"I don't wanna." Jackson muffled lowly as he clutched the sheets around him tighter, preventing any intrusions. Mark rolled his eyes, knowing that there is no point in asking Jackson to do something when he's this stubborn. So, he just did it.

Mark got up on his feet slowly and sat on the edge of Jackson's bed, the blonde moving an inch away to give him some space. He drew his hands towards the edges of the white sheets that covered Jackson's face and forcefully pulled it down, eliciting a sharp scream from the blonde. Mark recoiled back and looked away, preparing himself for some playful fists hitting his arm, though none came.

When Mark looked back, all he could do was chuckle out loudly, despite his attempts in concealing it.

"Hyung...stop laughing at my pain." Jackson whined lowly, covering half his reddened face with one hand.

Mark couldn’t help but laugh because Jackson literally looked like a kicked puppy. The blonde had a permanent exaggerated pout plastered on his beet red face, complete with a very cute attempt at shooting daggers with his eyes.

"All right Jacks, come here." Mark beckoned with a smile after he managed to control his laughter. He wasn’t surprised when Jackson pretty much complied easily, lowering his hand from his face and sitting up against the headboard. Mark then rested the back of his hand on Jackson's forehead, eliciting a low hiss soon after as he felt an uncomfortable amount of heat radiate from Jackson's skin. "You're extremely hot. Did you decide to do a marathon in the Sahara desert or something?" Mark muttered sarcastically as he got up from Jackson's bed, already making his way out of the room.

"Hyung…did you just call me hot~?" Jackson chimed happily as he sent a playful wink towards him, which seemed uncharacteristically like him due to him looking like death incarnate in Mark's eyes.

Mark should have known that Jackson would answer him like that, the blonde seemingly always taking every chance to boost his ego. "Shut up Jacks." Mark rolled his eyes towards the ceiling as he spun on his heel and walked out of the room to get some supplies for Jackson. Thought, he couldn’t help but smile at Jackson's never-ending antics, seemingly upbeat even when his nose is horribly clogged up. But, Mark felt a familiar pang in his chest when he caught himself grinning from ear to ear as he prepared some ramyeon for Jackson, quickly ignoring it soon after.

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"So.." Jinyoung paused, wearing a devilish smirk on his features as he leant on the kitchen counter. "Who's the lucky man that gets to eat your special ramyeon?" Jinyoung continued slyly, his smirk borderline cheshire as he made his way towards Mark at the stove.

Mark sighed deeply to himself, knowing that Jinyoung has taken a liking to teasing him about to what Jinyoung believes to be the 'start of a blossoming crush'. In all of his honesty, he had no idea what Jinyoung was talking about. "Jinyoungie, it's for Jackson and  he isn't special." Mark answered, voice heavy with sass, elongating the final word to rather great lengths to prove his point.

Mark wasn’t even looking at Jinyoung, focusing on stirring the pot of hot noodles, but he could literally feel the pout that Jinyoung was sporting on his face. "I guess the best things comes to those who wait. Though, I'm betting my money on Jackson breaking first." Jinyoung trailed off as he made his way back to his room, promptly dodging a swipe of the wooden spoon from Mark's palms. 

Mark sighed yet again as he poured the seasoning package into the pot of boiling water. Truthfully, Jinyoung wasn't the only person that constantly nudged him towards dating Jackson, all of the members knowing the close bond he shared with the Hong Kong native. It all started when him and Jackson promptly revealed with drunken words that they weren't just interested in one . Bambam was the first to start the teasing, with Yugyeom following soon after. Even Jaebum talked to him about dating Jackson, and that he'll keep it a secret, Mark groaning to himself as he recalled these memories.

As Mark poured the finished ramyeon onto a bowl, he also noted to grab a cold towel for Jackson. He couldn’t help but feel how domestic this was, quickly rubbing out the redness appearing in his cheeks soon after.

It wasn't that he didn't find Jackson attractive, it was quite the opposite actually. Mark unconsciously let his mind wander to uncharted territories which held pictures of Jackson in very compromising outfits, specifically the ones where his chest were uncovered by any piece of clothing. Jackson had an effect on him for sure, it was no secret to himself.

It was just that him and Jackson had such a brotherly relationship for so long, his mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that they could be so much more. He was happy like this, more than content with the way they treated each other presently. Anyways, it was always a risk dating someone in the industry he belonged to, even moreso when it was his own groupmate. 

Mark began to tiptoe his way back towards their room, being careful not to spill the boiling hot noodles onto himself as he cleared his mind from the thoughts that just plagued his brain about a certain someone.

"Jacks, I brought you some noodles and a cold towel." Mark whispered loud enough for the other to hear as he opened the door, eyes still glued onto the bowl of noodles. "I didn't make it too spicy, since I kno-"

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Mark didn’t know whether his eyes were blessed or cursed when he lifted them up and laid itself onto a now shirtless Jackson, his white blanket covering everything below his collarbone. Mark's pools couldn’t help but trail towards Jackson's defined jawline and down to the vertical line of his chest, not noticing that he was hi