Mark's POV

I looked at my phone and saw that Jackson texted me. He said that he was at the cafe nearby.

I hurriedly walked there, wanting to talk to him about stuff.

Then I opened the door of the cafe with a big grin.

Then I found myself stopping and my grin disappearing.

Jackson was happily chatting with Jinyoung.

I couldn't move. I just stared and stared and stared... until a waitress asked me where I wanted to sit then Jackson noticed that I was staring at them.

"Hey, Mark!" He yelled and grinned while I just gravely looked at them.

Then I ran away.

I thought he knows that I hate Jinyoung. Then why is he talking with Jinyoung?

I ran all the way to the house.

When I opened the door, I saw BamBam was watching T.V. but I ignored him and ran to my room. I locked it and went to bed.

Maybe this is my karma for denying Jaebum.

Loving hurts so much.

Of course I know that Jinyoung loved him first and I should respect him.

But Jackson loves me, right? So I have every right to have Jackson. Jinyoung just loves Jackson... Right? Jackson sees Jinyoung as a friend only, right?

This is what I don't like when I'm alone and lonely, I tend to overthink things.

My phone was ringing when I snapped out.

I took it and saw that it was Jackson who was calling me.

I sighed and accepted the call.

"Mark? What happened? Did something depress you?" Jackson asked right away and I could hear that he's driving.

"I hope you're using your wireless earphones right now because if you're not gonna die tonight, I'm gonna kill you myself." I ignored his question.

"Chill, Mark. Yes, I am using my wireless earphones. And I'm going to your house right now." Jackson said.

"Sure, like someone invited you in." I said while rolling my eyes.

"I invited myself. Now I'm gonna drop this or I'm gonna die." He said and laughed.

"Shut up and just come here." I said and dropped the call myself.

Why is it that whenever I'm sad, I feel like I just want Jackson beside me... even if he's the reason why I'm sad.

"Hey, I'm here." I heard someone say at the door followed by silent knocks.

I stood up and unlocked it then quickly went back to my bed.

"What seems to be the problem, Mark?"  Jackson asked, sitting on my bed.

I just stayed quiet.

"Is it your talk with JB?" Jackson asked and moved closer to me.

"No. Our conversation went well." If rejecting him is the definition of well.

"Then what's the problem?" Jackson asked.

"It's you." I said and buried my head on my pillows.

"What? Me? Why me? What did I do?" 

"You were hanging out with Jinyoung." I muttered and played with my fingers.

"You're jealous." Jackson said and I quickly deny.

"No, I'm not. I'm just..."

"Just admit it, Mark. You're jealous. I can't believe the Mark Tuan is finally jealous and it's because of me." Jackson was laughing and I can't help but smile at him.

"No, I'm not! It's just... aish." I ruined my hair, "You know how I hate Jinyoung and then suddenly, after my very frustrating talk with Jaebum, I saw you with that traitor."

Jackson's laugh died and he looked at me seriously, "Mark, tell me seriously. What happened with your talk with JB?"

"Nothing happened. Just... aish. Let me sleep." I said and removed my uniform. What was left was my tank top and boxers.

"Are you seriously sleeping while I die with a lot of questions here?" Jackson asked me, slowly standing up.

"Yes."

"Mark..." Jackson said and then finally went to the door, "I hope you'll be ready to tell me soon."

"Jackson!" I shouted when he really went out.

"What?" Jackson opened the door and peered.

"Come back here." I said and sat down.

"Something wrong?" He asked and sat beside me.

"Fine. I'll tell you what me and Jaebum talked about." I finally said.

"Yay. Go on." Jackson said.

"Well, Jaebum told me that he and Youngjae ar