Mark ran out after you. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, tell you it's all going to be ok. Lightheaded he turned the corner in your direction to see you buried in Jacksons arms. His heart strings tugged in his chest. Mark watched as Jackson wiped your tears. It hurt to see that Jackson got there first. She's his boyfriend, Mark knew that, but he kept denying it in his head. Suddenly Jackson kissed her. Before unmistakably saying 'I love you' to each other. Mark shut his eyes tight. Turning around he leaned against the brick wall. Balling his hand into a fist he placed it across his lips, pressing hard. Compressing his annoyance Mark hit his head on the wall behind. His red lips faced the sky. Opening his eyes to the dark plain night he felt a tear make its way down his face. He turned away not wanting to see anymore; then made his way back to the party. 

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It was 2:46am. Mark had given up on trying to have fun at the party and decided it was best to go home. He had taken the car back home reminding him of you. After taking off his shoes he wandered off upstairs not bothering to change. Knocking lightly on your door he peeked in. You were engulfed in the duvet on one side of the bed. Mark smiled softly at you; your eyes were swollen from crying. He watched as your chest raised up and down, the way your lips were slightly apart, the way you lay so still and calm. Mark stepped as quietly as possible to the side of your bed. He sat down sinking the mattress to one side. Mark stretched his hand out and your hair, you were slightly sweating. Pulling the duvet off a bit he saw you were wearing one of his oversized T-shirts. It was something that turned Mark on even though it was a very little thing. 
His eyes drooped slightly and he decided it was time to sleep. Pulling the duvet up he snuck underneath with you. Feeling your figure under his own shirt he pulled you close. Mark was on his side one arm over your stomach one leg in between both of yours. Only then had Mark realised you were wearing his shirt, only his shirt. Your bare legs brushed against his. Mark had to bite his bottom lip to refrain himself from holding them. He distracted himself with your scent.  Your sweet natural scent filled his nose; he missed that smell so much. He felt you squirm slightly and sniff your nose. Under your arm Mark kissed your side on your rib, then whispered good night. 

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You woke up feeling sore, your eyes were puffy and your stomach felt heavier than usual. Groaning you tried to move but you were stuck. Ripping off your duvet you saw Mark. Your eyes widened and you froze. He was hugging you tightly around the waist and his legs were intertwined with yours. You realised that he was still wearing his party clothes and had only just pulled off his socks. His red hair was messy and all over the place; it was cute. 

One thing you learned over the years is that Mark doesn't wake up easily. You pulled your self up dragging Mark with you. It was getting hot in the duvet so you jerked his arm and legs off you and laid him on his back. You puffed and fell back into your pillow, then rotated round on your side to face him. You wondered how Mark had even gotten into your bed last night, or rather this morning. Marks eyelashes cascaded down showing his natural hair colour. It contrasted from his red chaotic hair, it stuck out randomly with the rest half in its original place. Before you knew it your fingers traced his hair line, you followed on through to his eyebrows then to the bridge of his nose. Marks skin was baby soft and radiated so much heat. You traced down to his lips; his dark pink plump lips. Your thumb grazed across his bottom lip, your mind battling with your heart. You retracted your hand once you heard him inhale strongly. Mark stretched one arm up. You scrunched up your face. 'Crap.' Fortunately he continued his sweet dreams. You sighed. 'That was close.' You swung your legs off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. 

Mark couldn't help but smirk once you left. He half fan-boyed on the bed over your touch. He couldn't stop smiling. 

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You were dressed up to go out with Jackson. You left Mark half asleep on your bed, you had decided not to disturb him, since he was having a 'hangover'. 
"Hey wait!" Mark called by the stairs
"Oh I thought you were asleep." You said
"Where you going?"
"Out"
"Obviously." He rolled his eyes "As in where?"
"On a date in the mall." You half lied
"Oh.. Jackson?"
You nodded. Mark felt gutted. He wanted to talk about them two or if they could give each other a try. Or just tell her he loved him. But he had forgotten completely about Jackson. 
"I'll see you when I get home." You said before closing the door behind you. 
Mark couldn't help but feel angry. He didn't want Jackson to be in this; he only wanted him and you. Although last night was a bit chaotic you seemed to forget it. Mark noticed that the whole Yerin thing seemed to be off your mind already. But maybe he was wrong. Girls hide their feelings right? 

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In fact it wasn't really a date with Jackson, it was just a meet up so you could plan what going to happen between you and Jackson so Mark could miraculously be able to ask you out. You walked into the café and immediately saw Jackson. He waved and you made your way over. As you sat you were pretty sure that you saw a blue-haired girl in the corner of your eye but Jackson caught your attention. 
"How's Mark?" Jackson asked 
You told about everything Mark confessed that night, all the little details and actions Mark conveyed.
Jackson cleared his throat, 
"Uh- so about the Yerin-"
"I'm over it," You smiled softly "Now I know to trust those kind of people." Jackson reached to place his hand on yours but someone stopped him; it was a girls hand. 
You looked up to see Jo. 
"Don't you think keep your hands to yourself," Jo grinned "you were just talking about Mark." 
"Omg, it's you!" You exclaimed 
"Hey." She showcased her straight white teeth. Grabbed a chair from another table, she joined both of you. 
"Who's this?" Jackson whispered 
"I'm Jo, nice to meet you." 
"Yeah I met her at the party." 
"Your the guy who kissed the other dude right?" 
Jackson just blushed in embarrassment and turned away. 
"I can't believe you remember that, you were so drunk!" You laughed 
"That's like the only thing I can remember!" He cried
"Must've been a special moment." Jo laughed along. 
"So what are you doing here?" You asked 
"Oh I'm meeting up with my little sister." He replied 
"Wait how old are you?" Jackson questioned 
"I'm 22, way older than you teenagers." 
"Then why the hell did you come to Yerins party if you're not in high school?" 
"Unnie!" Someone interrupted from afar. 
"Unnie~" A girl in a pastel pink mini-skirt and a white blouse came running in a ridiculously girly way. She had big bouncy curls and a caked face. Small pastel heels matched her outfit and her white Louis Vuitton bag displayed how rich she was. You looked up to her face. 
"You.." You both simultaneously whispered to each other. 
"Why are you here?!" Again synchronising
"Yerin is my little sister." Jo said. You couldn't help but gape your mouth. How was the most beautiful and amazingly inspiring girl you knew, sisters with that!?

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Update~ Just to know a little more about Jo.

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