His phone lit up, and he couldn’t hide his disappointment upon seeing it was just a new grade. It really wasn’t the time. Mark slid the phone unlocked, not really expecting anything, but this was worse than he could have imagined: he failed a test, again, lowering his final grade to a shameful sixty-something. The last digits didn’t matter. He was miserable, he was a failure, and that’s all there was to know.

            He was kind of curious as to why the professor hated him so much because there was no way these grades were put up with impartiality. Mark was not a straight-A student, he had never wished to be, but he was never that bad in school. And although he admittedly was sometimes lazy, he had never expected to fall so low. He truly had done his best on that one. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, mentally debating whether he should read the comments or not, because yeah, he knew it didn’t really matter in the end, but somehow he felt like he hadn’t gone deep enough into feeling like a useless piece of , so he opened the document and skimmed through the red text added onto his essay.

            He had missed the point, he hadn’t understood the question, he had mentioned too many or too few aspects — he, in fact, obviously did not; she was just dumb — and all those nice lines to explain why he ed up on only one part of the whole damn essay cost him seventy ing percent on his final. And it wasn’t the first time this Ms. Choi, as he liked to call her because being a snob doesn’t grant you the luxury of bearing the oh-so-important title of Dr. in his opinion, had pulled up something like that: taking a randomly considerable amount of points on some bull she had clearly misunderstood. Mark felt the anxiety, and a bit of bitterness too, roll up his throat, making his jaw clench, but he refused to acknowledge it. He wasn’t the type to give his feelings so much importance. As his life was a series of bad lucks on top of bad lucks on top of the consequences of his own behaviour and actions, Mark had adopted an I-don’t-give-a- attitude about almost everything in his life as some kind of self-defence mechanism. It just felt better shrugging off everything coming his way and pretend like it didn’t affect him all that much. But this… this really annoyed him at the moment.

“Yo Mark, can you believe that? Freaking ninety on the essay! She must have been high when reading the papers,” Jackson practically shouted as he entered without knocking, his eyes still on his phone.

This annoyed Mark even more.

His roommate sat on the bed, not asking for permission which would probably not have been granted. Mark didn’t usually mind the other, but right now he just wished he would leave him alone. Jackson looked up, and the corner of his mouth slowly went down when he saw the look on Mark’s face.

“Oh. Is it your boss again?”

Mark had to try hard not to make a face, thinking ‘Well, thanks Jackson for reminding me that I’ve been fired.’ He hadn’t told him, so he knew he couldn’t expect the younger not to bring it up so casually, but it still hit right where it hurts, and Mark felt like a joke for having his eyes water up like that. He didn’t feel like it was relevant to tell him now, especially since it would seem like he was clingy or lacking attention which he wasn’t. Talking about the exam felt safer, and maybe that would be enough for Jackson to understand he is making him feel even worse by being concerned and especially by showing off his exam results right now.

“I failed the final,” Mark mumbled, wishing not to hear himself more than not being heard by the other.

“What? But you spent the last month working on it!”

Mark glared at him. You’re twisting the knife in the wound. He played with his fingers, trying to ignore the tightening of his throat. He hated himself for being so ing childish: he noticed a feeling close to jealousy might be creeping up from the pit of his stomach and the thought of it made him grimace.  

Although he would undoubtedly argue on this, Jackson just had it easier. Being from Asia, his cultural shock wasn’t nearly as big as Mark coming from the other side of the world, he understood more Korean, and overall the guy was just so charismatic and extroverted, he literally had turned down job offers and scholarships from prestigious universities. Mark thought the one was privileged, but deep down he knew it wasn’t the case and that Jackson had worked hard, too. Plus, no matter how much he tried to convince himself of the contrary, Mark wasn’t exactly starting from scratch either: his parents were paying for his tuition and they would have financially supported him back in the States too, he knew. But money didn’t help the fact that Mark was pursuing a degree he didn’t give two s about only because even after two years he still couldn’t hold a conversation in Korean without panicking and as a result, was left with very few choices of English-taught majors. And still, he would be that close to fail classes.

Man, his life suddenly felt lame.

“I don’t care, I’m just… I just wanna nap I think.”

“Hey, remember it’s just a test.” Jackson dropped his hand on the other’s knee, and Mark narrowed his eyes while staring at it. He didn’t want, nor did he need, to be comforted at the moment. “You will catch up.”

Mark hummed in forced indifference and had to look up at the other to see he was still staring down at his phone, not seemingly ready to leave the room anytime soon. Jackson was not a bad roommate, but he was sometimes intruding on his privacy.

“Jackson.”

“Yeah?” he answered without even looking up.

“I’m going to sleep now.”

The youngest finally looked up, confused as ever, before he got the hint and stood up.

“I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

It took Mark a good three seconds to get out of his thoughts and register what the other had said. Jackson had already left the room when he could say:

“You don’t have…”

He could have at least closed the door.

Mark stood up and walked to the door almost immediately to close it. With the door opened, he could hear his other roommate chatting in a very fluent Korean with his Korean bestie who could almost qualify as a fourth roommate as he was always around, and Mark didn’t want to hear them, nor anyone.

His phone rang in a very monotonous ringtone and he let his phone ring for a bit before he lazily picked it up to answer. He was waiting for that call but somehow, his mind whispered that it might be something else, something disappointing which left Mark expecting the worst as he checked the screen. Fortunately, his mind was wrong.

“Hey,” he breathed, relief being heard in his voice.

“Hey babe, sorry I was caught up with something. Are we still good to meet up with the others?”

“Actually…” he hesitated, partly because he felt bad for cancelling last minute, but then he made his mind: he just couldn’t sit through a whole double-date and pretend to enjoy himself. He had nothing against her friends, but there was just a limit to his extroversion. “Would you mind going alone? I’m kinda feeling…”

“Mark, come on, again?” she whined. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. How could he have expected her to care about how he felt when he himself did not let anyone believe he did? Plus, she had a point: he did cancel a few outings in the past.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“Okay, no, never mind, I’ll text Jisoo, and tell her to cancel, no way I’m third-wheeling tonight. It’s no big deal.” Mark opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. “But then if we’re not going out, I think I’ll go to the gym, I haven’t been in a while, and like… I don’t think I’ll get a night off any time soon so… Do you, wanna come with me?”

As she spoke, Mark just nodded, because of course she had better to do than to come over and make him feel better. He had that habit of saying nothing and then expecting people to know that he felt like crap, and to know when he needed a hug, although he also tells everyone he didn’t like being touched.

“I’m fine.”

“Alright, so I guess I’ll see you… when do you work next?”

“About that…”

“Whatever. Just text me. I gotta get going before I hit rush hour. Love you!”

He barely had time to answer that he loved her too before she hung up. Jennie was just that kind of person, she had too little time for the number of people she cared about, so whenever she had a conversation, it had to be fast and straight to the point. When he had met her in high school, she was one of the shy kids in their group of friends who was only her true bubbly self around those she felt the most comfortable with. Mark had grown close to her as she was both funny and smart but in a very humble, and discreet way. She had always been open about her feelings for him and although Mark wasn’t sure he felt the same way at first because commitment was such a scary concept back then, he fell for that girl who seemed to care for him, to never judge him and to have nothing but love to offer. Mark had grown used to love her and the sense of security she brought by having been his official girlfriend for so long. When she chose to pursue her studies in the country her parents were born in, Mark didn’t really weigh the pros and cons as there didn’t seem to be any: both Korea and the States were equally rewarding. Tuition fees in Korea were just cheaper.

Mark exhaled loudly and tossed his phone on the bed, which bounced and landed on the floor. . He walked over with no motivation to pick it up, checked the screen as if such a fall were enough to break it, and placed it on the bedside table carefully. He bit his lips and considered his options for the night, but ultimately decided that he was too annoyed to do anything at the moment, so he slid under the cover and tried to take a nap. Maybe he could sleep through the feeling of worthlessness, or at least lie there until it went away.

He did fall asleep and woke up fully awake at twenty past midnight. Great. Now I won’t sleep all night. He checked his phone and was quite disappointed to see no notification, and he realised he was starving, which was, in fact, perfect because there was a chance his two roommates were sleeping, and he could have the kitchen to himself. But of course, he found Jackson standing in front of the oven like it wasn’t the middle of the night. Mark almost made a face upon seeing him, but he regained composure when he saw the other smiling at him tenderly.

“Hey, I didn’t wanna wake you up for dinner, so I left you some curry in the fridge. If not I’m cooking salmon, should be ready in Bambam minutes.”

“Thanks,” Mark mumbled, kinda surprised by the other’s carefulness.

It’s not that the three of them didn’t want to share food: it was just agreed without saying that everyone cooked for themselves. It was easier to split bills that way too. But since Mark was hungry and lazy, and he honestly hated cooking, he gladly took the leftovers in the fridge and walked past Jackson to microwave it in awkward silence. He should have brought his phone with him. It was not always awkward with Jackson as they had been living together for almost two years now, and Jackson was not an awkward guy. Sometimes Mark believes the other just didn’t see the awkwardness in any situation because he didn’t feel it, but Mark just didn’t like standing around in silence, although he also didn’t like initiating small talk.

“You had a day off? We usually never see you in the afternoon.”

“Kinda,” Mark muttered, secretly glad the other had broken the silence but lowkey annoyed that he had to choose this topic out of everything.

“Oh, I see. You called in ‘sick,” Jackson assumed with a playful smirk as he used his fingers to mimic the quotation marks.

Fortunately enough, the microwaved beeped, and Mark could turn his back on him to check on his food as a pretext to avoid answering him. He placed a hand over the Tupperware to check the temperature and deemed it hot enough to walk over to the sink and grab whatever clean fork had been left there to dry.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, why?” Mark asked with a shrug.  

“I don’t know, you seemed kinda low all day. Are you beating yourself up because of your grade?”

“It’s not just the grade,” Mark muttered before he took a bite and wince because it was still too cold.

He couldn’t really pinpoint why Jackson was bringing his issues up. It’s not like they were that close: they just had what Mark considered to be a regular roommate relationship. They would sometimes have dinner together or go grocery shopping, and they shared classes, so they knew about each other’s life as they usually were the first people they saw after work or school when they needed to vent, but really, their friendship wasn’t that deep. But for some reason, Jackson leaned against the oven and crossed his arms, as if waiting for an explanation.

“Well? What is it? I have all night.”

“Nothing, just… it’s been a stressful final week, and I’ve lost my job, so…” Mark mumbled as he put the container back in the microwave to reheat it.

“Woah woah woah, wait a minute. You’ve lost your job?” Jackson repeated, suddenly concerned. “After two years, what the hell happened?”

“I got snitched on for calling my boss a racist.”

“But she is a racist. You guys get paid less than the Koreans doing the same jobs.”

Mark smiled at the other defending him. “Yeah, well… she wouldn’t have it.”

“That’s bull. This really was a toxic work environment, probably a good thing that you’re outta there.” The oven timer beeped and Jackson grabbed a dish towel to pull out his food. “If you don’t find anything, I’ll check with my boss if there is something you could do.”

Mark scoffed at the idea. “I don’t even know how to do fencing, and you want me to teach kids?”

“No but like…” The youngest reached for a container and struggled to unstick the fish from the aluminum foil. “Administrative work, or cleaning, there must be something. I mean, just if you don’t find something better.”

“I should be fine, thanks. I just need to get back on track and send in CVs. I could probably do like all the white Americans out there and teach English to rich- kids.”

“That’s for those who don’t bother learning Korean, you however, can get hired anywhere,” Jackson said as he finally managed to get all his food into the container.

“Yeah right, as if I wasn’t one of those.”

“You are clearly underestimating your skills. Would you pass the TOPIK you’d see, I’m telling you: your Korean makes more sense than mine.”

Mark smiled to himself as he mixed his curry because yeah, Jackson’s Korean was sometimes choppy and he had witnessed the other messing up the grammar and/or pronunciation quite a few times, although he always managed to get the message across one way or another.

“Remember that time I tried to ask for chopsticks and I asked for a instead?” Jackson said with a playful smirk as stored his food in the fridge.

Mark laughed. “Yeah, that was hilarious.”

“The day you’ll up I won’t be there to help you, man.”

Jackson started cleaning the counter and rinsing the dirty dishes, and Mark was already halfway through his meal, but he didn’t want to leave.

“We should hang out more,” Jackson declared. “I’m starting to miss the time we were two clueless foreigners, relying on Google maps and all…”

“And Brian for translation.”

“Damn you’re right… I haven’t seen the guy since he moved out.”

Mark finished eating, and walked over to the sink, looking for the sponge that was in Jackson’s hand. “Leave it there, I’ll do it.”

“No, just hand me the sponge,” the oldest insisted.

Mark reached to get from the other’s hand, but he was faster and jerked his hand away. He tried again and failed as Jackson bent over the sponge he held at his belt. The oldest didn’t question the other’s childishness and went with it: he dropped the container in the sink and rolled up his sleeves to chase the other down the hallway, trying to hold his laugh not to wake Bambam up. He wrapped his arms around the other’s body, patting around in the search for the sponge as if he needed to do the dishes so bad, until he successfully grabbed it and pulled, tearing the poor thing in two pieces. They both stopped, Jackson still in Mark’s embrace, and exchanged a look.

“Fine, you do the dishes,” Mark and pressed his half of the sponge on the other’s chest.

“You owe me and Bambam a sponge, son! You better have replaced it when I’m back from work this weekend!”

Mark looked back one last time to flash his teeth at the other, making him break the act and chuckle as he gestured at Mark to go to his room as if annoyed with him.

*

As he had nothing to do other than to wait for his grades, which were probably going to be bad news anyway, Mark spent hours online looking at job applications. Yes, he was picky. After he had finally managed to land a decent position in the shipping department of a luxury brand store, he just couldn’t go back to ty fast-food jobs just because he wasn’t a teenager anymore: he had valuable experience and deserved better than this. He had narrowed down his research at first but grew more and more anxious as time went by and the phone didn’t ring. Mark tried to convince himself that jobs were rare nowadays, that Seoul had always been like that especially for part-time positions, but then he remembered he was a foreigner, and that even if he spoke three languages, was not bad-looking and had the qualifications, his name on top screamed Chinese American and his resume was probably shoved at the bottom of the pile more often than not just because of it.

It was just ing exasperating to even picture and he could almost say he took it personal.

Mark even let his mom convince him to print resumes and to deliver them by hand to potential employers. For the first time since he had been fired, he unwillingly pulled himself out of bed, showered, dressed in something other than sweatpants and a hoodie, and went downtown to hand in some CVs. As expected, most places turned him down, saying that they were not hiring at the moment, and he bowed down politely every time with a pile of resumes as big as before. He had one interview on the spot. But it went so wrong Mark didn’t even want to think about it. He threw the remaining papers he had in the trash and got on the first bus home before rush hour, ready to get back to gaming all night as to distract himself from the one too many ty days he was having lately. But he got home to his roommates and Yugyeom or whatever he’s called having a disgusting amount of fun without him, and Mark couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he closed the front door behind him.

“Waddup bro!” Bambam exclaims as he nods at him.

The two others turned to him, silently greeting him with a smile or a peace sign, and Mark answered the same way. He took off his shoes and headed – or rather, rushed – to his bedroom, but was stopped by Yugyeom asking Bambam to translate for him and invite Mark to go out with them.

“He can speak Korean,” Jackson laughed. “Mark, wanna grab pizza with us?”

“No thanks, I just ate.” Mark lied.

“Come on, we’ll go for a movie after. Come with us.” He insisted.

The oldest sighed, and fully turned to him to explain in Chinese: “I’ve had a long day. Maybe next time.”

“Isn’t that a good reason to come? But it’s your call.” Jackson grinned with his shoulders up.

Mark took a few seconds to think before he looked down and sighed with a hint of a smile. Jackson couldn’t hear him say “okay” as he was being interrupted by the kids:

“They always do that these two I swear!” Bambam complained to Yugyeom. “I’m such a… Jack how do you say: ‘third wheel’ in Korean?”

“Hey, you’re not a third wheel. You’re just… Thai, man,” he joked.

“What’s a ‘third wheel’?” Yugyeom asked in confusion.

While Bambam did his best to explain, Jackson looked over at Mark again and raised his eyebrows as to ask him if he was coming. He nodded and watched the younger’s smile widen.

Mark liked hanging out with his roommates. Jackson and Bambam were this chaotic duo that never failed to steal a laugh from him, even when he didn’t feel like laughing. But hanging out with Yugyeom was different. Not that Mark had any problem with the guy; he seemed actually nice to be around. But his brain was too fried to communicate with someone who could barely put one word after another in an English sentence, let alone trying to follow the gibberish of a heavily mispronounced Korean mixed with random English words that came out between two laughs in a conversation the three were having. Mark slowly but surely started to feel left out and was forced to turn to his phone out of boredom and hope that something, or rather someone, would make him feel wanted. He texted Jennie and waited a bit, but she didn’t see the message before it was time to leave the restaurant for the movie. At least it was a movie he wanted to watch.

It was getting late, but Mark only noticed the fatigue when he sat on the subway. The repetitive sound of the speakers announcing the next station combined with the darkness from outside the train made him want to doze off. Knowing he had a few stations left, he slouched into his seat and rested his head on the edge of the window as he closed his eyes, not willing to actually sleep but rather to disconnect himself from his surroundings. It felt like a few seconds passed before he was pulled out of his nearly meditative state by his roommate to start walking back home.  

The two oldest walked slightly ahead of Bambam and Yugyeom who were still talking like they hadn’t seen each other in ages. Mark walked with his head low, and his hands in his pockets to hide them from the humid breeze that lingered after the rain, while Jackson walked by his side in silence. It’s not that he didn’t want to talk, but Mark really just wanted to get home.

“You left early this morning,” Jackson’s attempted at making a conversation.

“I had to give in CVs.”

“How’d it go?”

Ugh, just… why did he care?

“Fine.”

“Okay.” He whispered.

The oldest sighed loudly. He hated himself for pushing people away like that, yet he couldn’t help it. He also couldn’t help obsessing over the idea that Jackson might take it the wrong way, or might not come back to him another day because he would believe Mark was unfriendly or salty or pissed which he really wasn’t, at least not with him. Was Mark even pissed at anyone? Why was he so pissed all the damn time?

As if God had heard him, he was given a reason to be.

Heavy rap music blasted through the speakers of a car driving way over the limit. He barely had time to look at the coming car before it drove past him, the wheels rolling straight into the puddle of water next to him, showering his whole body in a matter of seconds. His first reaction was to smirk at how stupid this day was getting, but then the car slowed down ahead of them, and any expression of amusement vanished from his face as he dashed to the car.

The driver had rolled down the passenger window and bent over the wheel to better see who was coming. “I am really sorry; I didn’t see you!”

“Are you ing blind?” Mark yelled as he walked past the car. “ off,” he added in a lower tone.

He heard Jackson jogging his way, but he didn’t slow down. He didn’t even stop when the driver stepped out of his car and slammed the door shut while mumbling something angrily at him.

“Wa-wa-wait! Mark!” Jackson shouted.

“What did you say to me?” the driver asked as he picked up the pace, getting close to the other before Jackson or Bambam could interfere.

Mark spun and threw his hands in front of himself in anger as he repeated in a Korean he was lowkey impressed with: “I told you to off!”

“Okay, okay, let’s calm down!” Jackson said as soon as he reached the two, now dangerously close to each other. “Please, stay calm,” he repeated in Korean.

The third roommate and his friend quickly came along, and Yugyeom did not wait for approval before taking the matter into his own hands and apologizing to the driver, explaining something about them being foreigners and lacking vocabulary. He certainly would have argued more, but being as tired as he was, Mark let him deal with the situation and let Jackson drag him back home in silence.

“My he didn’t see us,” Mark finally mumbled as he opened the front door and threw his shoes at the wall as he took them off.

“I know, I know. You can shower first if you want.”

He ignored him and walked straight to his room, where he nearly died of a heart attack upon seeing his girlfriend sitting on his bed. He felt his whole body relax upon seeing her looking at him with a tender smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“I left you a message. I thought I could sleep here tonight if you want.”

He sighed and smiled for the first time in what seemed like hours. “Of course. I just have to get changed; will you wait for me?”

 She chuckled and nodded. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe all he needed was to spend the night cuddling her, and the day would be saved.

He hurried while taking a shower, still not over the fact that some dumb had splashed him like that, and went back to his room while towel-drying his hair to find his girlfriend nonchalantly playing on her phone. He smiled at the sight of her. She looked up and placed her phone on the bedside table when she saw him coming in.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

He nodded. “Did… you wanna watch a movie, or something?”

“I mean… if you want,” she shrugged.

As he walked to his desk to unplug his computer and bring it to the bed, Jennie stood to close the door. Mark had just sat with his laptop on his lap to turn it on when she pushed the lid shut and took it from his hands. He frowned and looked up as she placed the MacBook on the bed next to him before she smirked and threw a leg over his hip to straddle him. Jennie slid her hands behind his neck and leaned into an open-mouthed kiss, making Mark letting out a mix of a gasp and an “oh?” in surprise. She rolled her hips and she replaced herself to sit more comfortably on his thighs, and Mark rested his hands on her lower back as he let her slide her tongue inside his mouth. It was all fine, but Mark couldn’t help but think that he was kinda lazy, and the idea of having while his roommates were talking about Yugyeom’s new tattoos — yes, the walls were that thin — in the kitchen wasn’t setting the mood for whatever Jennie had in mind. She pulled back to take off her shirt, and Mark jumped on the occasion to turn his head and avoid the second kiss to speak, forcing her to go for his neck.

“I don’t really feel like it right now.”

“I’ll do all the work, don’t worry,” she whispered to his ear before she nibbled on his lobe.

Mark sighed and bit his lips because it was tempting, and maybe it would make him feel better, but all he wanted to do right now was to cuddle and fall asleep in her arms. One of her hands slid past the elastic band of his sweatpants and he tensed up unwillingly, and he broke the kiss again to make her stop.

“Jen.”

“What?” she answered in an exasperated tone which took him off guard. “You really don’t want it?”

“I…I’m tired.”

She sighed loudly and rolled her eyes before she placed a hand on the bed to help herself up. Mark puckered his eyebrows, almost disgusted at her sudden display of attitude.

“I thought we could just… watch a movie or something,” he mumbled, unsure of what to say.

“It’s just that we haven’t touched each other in weeks, Mark.” she snapped as she hurriedly flipped her shirt to put it back on. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m the problem,” she muttered.

“What? No. I never said that. Jen, come here,” he said with an extended hand in an attempt to calm her down, because he really didn’t feel like having this conversation right now.

She lifted her arm to get her hair out of her shirt before he could reach her. “You complain that we never get to see each other, but then you cancel all of our plans, and when I come over because you asked me to, you don’t want me, like should I be worried?”

Mark blinked slowly and scratched the back of his neck. Things were getting way out of proportion. “Where is that all coming from? I just didn’t feel like it, it’s not about you or anything.”

She rolled her eyes and exhaled loudly, and gosh did he hated when she did that. She leaned against the desk as she explained:

“It’s not about the . It’s about you being distant and never making the first move, or the effort for that matter.”

“The effort?” Mark narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw unconsciously. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Not the effort, but like… You never ask me about my day, or… you take years to answer your texts.”

Jennie couldn’t find more examples and he knew it because she was completely wrong. Mark made the effort. He listened to her. He face-timed her to sleep. If there was someone not caring enough about the other in this relationship, it wasn’t him.

“Well you never ask about my day either. If you had, you’d know that I spent the last week recalculating my budget because I lost my job and I can’t afford to go out all the damn time, and that I’m probably failing a class as well, and that’s why I’m not down to tonight because I’ve got so much on my mind right now,” he blurted out.

She frowned and looked down as she started to play with her hair. “Why didn’t you tell me that?” she mumbled.

“Because you never let me, it’s… it’s always about your friends, your job, your dance practices…”

“Okay that’s not true. If you had told me I would have been there for you and you know it.” She looked up.

“I didn’t say you wouldn’t, why’d you get so-”

“How do you expect me to know when you’re having a hard time if you don’t-”

“See what you’re doing, Jen? You don’t let me speak!” Mark let out a bit louder than intended.

“Well speak, Mark, ing speak!” Jennie retorted, her eyes widened, before she composed herself to add: “You never tell me anything. I never know how you feel. Something happens to you and you keep it for weeks until it blows up and then you act like it’s my fault for not being attentive enough to your feelings.”

Mark bit his lower lip because he couldn’t look at her. She was right, and she had hit right where it hurt because Mark knew how ing right she was and he wanted nothing but to deny it, but he couldn’t.

“I think I wanna be alone tonight,” he mumbled almost to himself.

She scoffed, turned to grab her jacket which she had hung on the door handle and left the room, leaving the door open.

“Hey Jennie,” Mark heard Bambam say before he heard the front door of the apartment close. He waited a few seconds before he stood up and walked to his bedroom door, catching a glimpse of Jackson who was staring at him, before he closed the door.