"I'm so wet!" Mark cries, voice sounding strained over the phone. "I need you now!"

"Jesus ing Christ," Jackson curses under his breath, running a brusque hand through his short locks. "What the do you want me to do!? My schedule hasn't ended yet! I'm still at KBS!"

"Jackson!" Mark pleads with heightened desperation. "Please, oh God, please!"

"God damn it, Mark!" Jackson growls, tense with frustration. He eyes Jae Bum who is over at the side talking amicably to the hosts, staff bustling all around as they prepare the set for the ending scene and figures he can miss recording the final segment. Mark is more important. "I'm coming right now, alright? Don't touch anything before I get home!"

"If you don't hurry back then I would!" Mark hisses through gritted teeth.

"You wouldn't dare," Jackson threatens darkly.

"Try me," Mark retorts, equally as defiant. "I'm dripping and uncomfortable and it's making me God damn sensitive all over. I need to relieve myself."

"Then get the out of your drenched clothes first, ." Jackson shoot back. "It's not like you'll be of any help later when I'm fixing the water pipe anyway; you're helpless with tools. So just go take a warm shower, rest up, and then when I come home greet me with a piping hot mug of hot chocolate and a loving peck on the cheek for being the perfect boyfriend."