Jackson had been staring at his white ceiling from the time he lied down. Maybe,  it was because he was still at awe. He hired a fake boyfriend, just to get out of the blind dates, or worse, arranged marriage. How long was he going to keep this up? He wasn't really sure. Maybe, up until his mom is convinced enough that he was gay, and Mark Tuan was his boyfriend.

Mark.

It was weird, how his mon loved Mark all too quickly, even though they just met. His mom talked to the red head non-stop, always keeping the conversation going. Probably, to know more about him, though he wasn't really listening to their conversation. It was still a mystery, how the boy convinced his mom that they had been dating for almost two months now.

Mark Tuan was something else. The redhaired boy looked so friendly, and easy going. But, why was it when they were alone in the car, the redhead was silent?

Was Mark afraid of him? Probably.

Or maybe, it's because of the money. Yeah, that was it. It had got to be the money. Based on Mark's stories, and he wasn't even sure if they were true or not, the boy came from a middle-classed family, and the redhead only got to attend a fine University because of an academic scholarship. Why did the redhead even need the money? He suddenly remembered something. His best friend was about to say the reason earlier, and it was ironic that Jackson wasn't aware of that reason. He took his phone out and dialled Jinyoung's number.

"Hello?" Jinyoung asked, though it wasn't the usual hello he gave. It was a bit calmer.

"Hey, Jinyoung."

"Oh, hey. What's up, man?"

"Nothing much, where are you?"

"Oh, well, I'll call you later man. Kinda in the middle of something." The line went blank.

Maybe, would ask Jinyoung some other time.

His phone rang again.

"Hey, man. So-"

"It's me, Jackson dear."

"Oh, sorry Mom. I thought you were Jinyoung. Anything you need?"

"Well, I called because I arranged dinner for us, tomorrow night."

"Sure, mom. Where? And what time?"

"Around 7, here at home."  He hummed. His mother rarely arranged dinners like this. "That's great. Don't forget to bring your boyfriend. Love you, dear."

"But, mom-" But the line went dead. What was it with people, and phone calls these days?

His mother wanted to see Mark again, why? Did she like him that much?

He didn't even know Mark's phone number, which was also something ironic. Why didn't he get the digits? He needed to ask Jinyoung to tell Mark later, or better yet, he'd ask for the red head's number. Technically, Mark worked for him, and he was the boss, so he should at least know his employee's contact number. His phone rang again, and this time, it was Jinyoung.

"Hey, man. Sorry about earlier." He said, his tone back to the usual.

"Well, it's fine man. Listen-" He stood up and paced. "Can you call Mark?"

"Actually, he's right here next to me man. What do you want me to say?" Mark and Jinyoung together, at this time, why?

"Oh, uhh-" He bit his bottom lip. "Tell him my mom asked to have dinner, tomorrow night."

"He asked what time"

"Just give him the damn phone." He was the boss, so why didn't Mark want to talk to him?

"Hello?" Did Mark's voice really sound so deep, or was it just the phone?

"Uhh hello, Mark. Tomorrow, at 7 pm. I'll pick you up at your house." Mark hummed softly.

"I'll just ask Jinyoung to text you my address."

"Okay" He ended the phone call, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Why was he even sweating?

He still wanted to know why the two were together.

Mark and Jinyoung, huh?

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Mark felt an aching sensation at the lower region of his back. The hospital sofa wasn't really the best thing to sleep on. He slept here, to watch over his Dad, who still hadn't woke up after the operation. The Doctors did say that his father was stable, but they needed to keep an eye for the man's vital signs. The bullet was successfully removed from the skull, and all his dad needed now was to recover. Nonetheless, he was happy that his Dad is out of danger.

As much as Jackson was a cold-hearted, douche bag, he was still thankful, to him and Jinyoun