he knew. jackson knew going to jinyoung's party was a bad idea. actually, the moment he entered jinyoung's door, he immediately regretted going. he's not sure if he's the one late, or everyone's just a tad early. he knows that parties are really crowded and full of people grinding onto each other, and he's used to it. but for the first time in years, he really wasn't in the mood.    but when he was about to leave, he sees a flash of light brown hair, a close friend of his shaking the remaining contents of his red cup, obviously uncomfortable sitting beside a couple making out, a part of jackson decided that he could probably stay a little longer. he smirks and saunters straight to that person. ignoring bambam's constant, "jackson hyung! hyung! over here!"   "hey mark, you okay there?" jackson jokes. the said person fakes a laugh, "ha ha very funny jacks."   "say, is the kitchen occupied?"   mark shakes his head, "last time i checked, no. why?"   all jackson had to do was flash his quirky smile and mark's standing up, leading the way even though jackson completely knows where the kitchen is. when they reached the kitchen, mark finishes the last of his drink and then he grabs another cup full of alcohol. jackson takes one for his own and then they're both leaning on the kitchen counter.   "thanks for saving me back there, jackson." mark chuckles and takes a small sip from his drink. "oh please, you were enjoying back there. if i know, you want to join those two." jackson laughs and takes  a sip from his own.   "ew no. oh if you're looking for jinyoung i saw him enter a room with jaebum." mark wiggles his eyebrows.   "they could each others' face for all i care. i really think coming to this party was a bad idea."   "bad idea?" mark looks at him like he just grew two heads, "but you love parties."   jackson fixes his snapback, "yeah...i'm just not in the mood today i guess."   "why not?"   "i feel strange, like there's something unusual that's going to happen?"   mark laughs, "isn't that your thing? you are indeed a strange kid, jacks." jackson slaps mark's left cheek lightly.   "oh shut up, mork."   "ah, again with the mork." and their conversation lasted for an entire hour.     it was probably the amount of people grinding on to each other at that new song or the amount of alcohol they both had that lead to him leaning in for mark tuan's lips. one moment they're talking about random things and then next they both turn silent and stare at each other, and it all went downhill from there.   only god knows how mark ended up being slammed onto the door then them stumbling into jackson's apartment, hands all over each other, trying to get each other's clothes off and kissing each other senselessly. jac