Jackson along the tanned rows of eight squares, tongue tracing the defined dips and rises and drawing the muscle back into his mouth, but not before painting moist lips in a layer of saltiness and saccharine, a heady combination that makes the younger dizzy.

"What are you doing?" Mark approaches from behind and Jackson jumps, quickly hiding what was in his hands behind his back with a squealed "Nothing!". Mark narrows his eyes in suspicion and eyes the hands firmly locked behind the younger's back. He puts two and two together and his expression darkens further. "Jackson Wang Jia Er... Were you eating my chocolate bar?"

"No?" The rapidly fired syllable comes out more like a question than an answer and Jackson knows he's doomed. He's right, for Mark blows his top.

"Yah!" Mark yells, lunging for the confectionay. "That's my special chocolate bar with salted caramel filling that my dad pain-stakingly sent from America! Give it back!"

The elder manages to wrestle it back into his grip, only to realise with dismay that they're covered with a glossy sheen and his face twists. "You my chocolate?? You are so dead!"

"Eww, Jackson, can you be more hygienic!?" Jin Young gives the guy the stinkeye as he passes by the duo on his way to the kitchen. "Mark, kill Jackson to your heart's content. I'll clear permission from Jae Bum hyung."