Jackson is on all fours on the tiled kitchen floor, head hanging between his shoulders. His face is flushed, his breathing ragged, and the loose tank top he dons is soaked through with persipiration and sticking to his back like a second skin.

"It's too much!" Jackson cries. Tears leak from the corners of his tightly-squeezed-shut eyes and stream down his face in fast rivulets. He feels like he is being ignited from inside. Akin to liquid fire, the burn spread throughout his entire body like an advancing heat wave, engulfing his mind and numbing his senses. "M-Mark!"

"Sorry," Mark apologises sheepishly, holding out a carton of milk as a peace offering. "I'll add in less chilli the next time."

"There will be no next time!" Jackson croaks despite his parched throat. He swipes the opened carton from the elder's hand and takes big gulps. The cold dairy momentarily soothes the burn on his tongue and allows him to form a coherent sentence. "Were you trying to kill me? I know I haven't been the best roommate in the world, but that doesn't warrent me a death sentence!"

"I said I'm sorry!" Mark whines. "I didn't realise it was this spicy. I asked Bam Bam before and he said it was fine."

"Dude, that kid's from freaking Thailand. He eats those damn bird's eye chilli peppers as a snack. What do you think?" Jackson berates and Mark's mouth curves into an 'O' in realisation. "Next time get Yugyeom to be your guinea pig; I'm sure he's more than willing to sacrifice himself for your wacky causes."