Mark Tuan was at a restaurant, meeting his sister. It had been quite a surprise when she called him and asked if he could afford the time.Of course. So he just grabbed his things and got going.
It was nice to see her after such a long time. He pulled her in for a tight hug and kissed her forehead, as he was taller than her. Which he loved to remind her of.
They sat down together, talked and laughed a lot. It was actually a quite rare sight to see Mark Tuan laughing so much and so carefree.
He dropped his fork (or chopsicks...choose as you please) and was now busily searching for it under the table, when his sister suddenly spoke up:
  >   Mark, I guess I should go now.<, her voice was blank.
  >   Why already?<, Mark asked from under the table. >We just met.<
There was a short silence, except his hands still scanning over the floor.
  >   Well...because...your boyfriend is...glaring at me.<
  >   What?<, Mark asked surprised and bumped the back of his head against the table.
  >   Shooting daggers....out of his eyes.<
  >   What?<, Mark repeated when he finally got up and rubbed his head.
  His sister was looking over his shoulder, to the big windows he couldn't see because he had his back turned to them.
  >   Literally killing me with his glances.<, she kept speaking.
  >   What the hell are you talking about?<, Mark asked and frowned.
His sister still refused to look at him, but there was now a little smile on her face.
  >   Your boyfriend is the handsome muscular boy with the snapback, right?<
  >   Why would you assume that?<, Mark answered but had to hide a small smile himself.
  >   Because he's still starring lasers into the back of your head<, his sister answered, her gaze still over his shoulder.
  >   Oh, and he just wrote something on the window.<
Mark closed his eyes.
  >   What?<, he simply asked.
  >   I quotate:  Mark, you dickhead!
  >   Jacksonnn<, Mark hissed.
His sister giggled as she kept watching Jackson.
  >   Now he's doing some weird dance and...hahaha...and now he's raising his middlefinger and ...hehhe now is showing his tongue.<, she giggled. And then laughed out loud. For what felt like 15 minutes. Suddenly she fell silent. Probably when Jackson left.

  >   Well <, Mark began. >Gotta get going. If I hurry I might manage to get into our...our?...our flat before he locks himself in it.<
  >   You're still gonna sleep on the couch<, his sister replied and laughed. Again.
  >   No, HE is going to sleep on the couch for writing this on a window!<
  >   Well, it was your fault for not telling him you're meeting WITH YOUR SISTER! It seems like he doesn't even know you have a sister.<
  >   He doesn't trust me apparently!<
  >   You hugged me really close.<
Mark shrugged.
  >   And you kissed my forehead!<
Mark shrugged again.
  >   And you laughed more than ever.<
  >   Stop making me feel guilty!<
  >   You probably laughed more than when being around him!<
  >   That's not possible.<, Mark immediately replied.
His sister smiled brightly at him.
  >   Well, then you better hurry. I'll call you tomorrow.<, she said and bid him goodbye.
  >   Run! Or you going to sleep on that couch! <, she called after him.
Mark looked over his shoulder while he walked and flashed her a bright grin.
  >   We don't even have a couch! <
 

  >   Jackson, open the door.<, Mark called and sighed when the door didn't move an inch.
  >   No < The answer came trough the wood and Mark could literally hear the pout behind it.
  >   I already told you, she's my sister! <
  >   You didn't tell me about her before! <
  >   You don't trust me! <
Jackson didn't even try to convince him otherwise.
  >   Of course not! I'm a very jealous being! <
  >   Jackson please...<, Mark said and leaned his forehead against the cold wood.
  >   No. <
  >   Jacky Wacky~<, Mark begged.
  >   Hell no. Your chances dropped rapidly. To ground level.Cellar level.<
  >   Jacks <, Mark purred, because he knew for sure that Jackson liked this name.
  >   Noho <
Mark sighed again and leaned his back against the door, sliding down the wood until he sat on the ground. He zipped up the leather jacket completely, Jackson's leather jacket. It still smelled a bit like him. 
  >   Jacks...I'm really sorry, okay? But she was spontaneously in town and we didn't see each other for such a long time...I really missed her a lot, you know...<
There was silence, though Mark was sure that Jackson wa still behind that door listening, throwing this intense glare at the door.
  >   You know I only love you, right? <, Mark mumbled. 
He doesn't mention it often. He doesn't show it so often. Maybe he should mention it more often. Maybe he should show it more often.
  >   What was that? I couldn't hear you properly, as this beautiful thing called door is still between us.<, Jackson voice rang through his ears.
Mark lifted his head but kept sitting against the door.
  >   I said, I love-<,
The door opened and Mark fell to the ground, landing on his back.
  >   - you.<, he finished his words.
Jackson was grinning down on him.
  >   You know, you're still going to sleep on the couch.<
With that Jackson turned and started walking.
Mark still layed on the ground, his mouth slightly open from surprise.
  >   Jacks...we don't even have a couch.<
  >   I am fully aware of this fact.<, Jackson's deeps and clearly amused voice came out the bedroom. With the bed. The big bed. The soft bed. The comfy bed. The bed Mark was not likely to see tonight.
  >   But Jackssss~<, Mark whined and started crawling towards their bedroom.

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